In celebration of National Poetry Month, I am inviting several poet friends to join me in my daily endeavor of paying poetic attention to the world. This week I am sharing the practice with dear friend Amy Tingle of The Creativity Caravan. Follow her on Instagram at @tingle for daily doses of inspiration, creativity, shenanigans and community based delight.

if hope is a thing with feathers
may you place yourself
gracefully
square in the air.
may you take to the blue
by giving up anything
weighing you down.

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017

When you say mother
you mean protection.
I read the words
three million
and “every thirty seconds.”
I know
we are abused/we abuse ourselves. Heavenly blue ribbons won’t heal us.
Our mothers can’t protect us.
And yet . . .

photo and poem by Amy Tingle ©2017