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
square in the air.
may you take to the blue
by giving up anything
weighing you down.

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017

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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


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