Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know. Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year. What I can perceive does as well. A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

the year is done by rupi kaur

the year is done.  I spread the past three hundred
sixty-five days before me on the living room carpet.

here is the month i decided to shed everything not
deeply committed to my dreams.  the day i refused to be
a victim to the self-pity.  here is the week i slept in 
the garden.  the spring i wrung the self-doubt by its neck.
hung your kindness up.  took down the calendar.  the 
week i danced so hard my heart learned to float above
water again.  the summer i unscrewed all the mirrors
from their wallz.  no longer needed to see myself to feel
seen.  combed the weight out of my hair.

i fold the good days up and place them in my back
pocket for safekeeping.  draw the match.  cremate the
unnecessary.  the light of the fire warms my toes.
i pour myself a glass of warm wter to cleanse myself
for january.  here i go.  stronger and wiser into the new.

~from the sun and her flowers (Simon & Schuster Canada, 2017)