Laura Smith Writer

Poem of the Day

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Today I journaled about presents. The kind one gets at Christmas, those presents that you still have 45 years after receiving, those presents rooted in feeling of joy and safety. I began the day irritable; I was scared about the events occurring in my country and felt like lashing out. I was angry, so I journaled about my stuffed raccoon, Roonie C. Coonie, who was given to me by my beloved Godfather, my Uncle Davud, master of gift giving and silly songs. I miss him and the joy he sprinkled on our home. This is the poem that I wrote after my mood shifted today, by remembering that people are capable of kindness..

What gifts we receive
from life and love,
cherished moments,
gentle embraces,
fluttering kisses and 
adventures that shape
each tendril of hope.

We reach to love in
the silence of exchange - 
subtle smiles enveloping 
dreams - belonging.

When I reach into
memories, encased 
in mist and vines,
I grasp the pearl
within each gift - 
sentimental songs of
love and light.

It is my turn now
to share joy - sprinkle
as if flecks of mica
on sandy shores.

Returning to times
encased by shell
I peak inside 
to see the light.

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● About Me

I wrote and published my first blog post on May 26, 2009. I was about to turn 36 and had been accepted to Mount Holyoke College as a non-traditional student, on my way to completing a Bachelor of Arts in English with a minor in Medieval Studies. I had managed, finally, to know what general direction I was traveling. As a self proclaimed voracious reader I knew that I needed a vocation that would allow me to engage daily with words: reading words, writing words, and hearing words. I also needed to eat, so I navigated my way to a teaching position and I began to fine tune my craft. I love to teach and I love my students, but I also needed to continue to hone my own literary technique, voice, and style. I continued my education in order to delve deeper into literature, making connections, and most definitely, writing. I gained more confidence as a reader as well as a writer of both creative and analytical text. That first blog post in 2009 is short, the writing average, and the topic mundane, but as I continued to learn from other writers I began to understand that to become a better writer I needed to write more. Each time I write and release a poem, a post, or a story, I hone my skills. I invite you along for the ride, for this journey of mine as I attempt to wrangle a wealth of ideas and competing directions into an organized freshly paved path to publication. I might get distracted along the way, but sometimes those detours lead us to amazing views and new friends. 

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