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Book #13 of 2024: “Good Bones” by Maggie Smith

You‘ve probably read the poem “Good Bones”. This is its eponymous book. It wasn‘t my favorite collection of poetry but I enjoyed the imagery of a remote life in the mountains.

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This collection of poems about the experience of motherhood was sort of a mixed bag. I found the first part not particularly compelling, but the second half had some real gems. Good Bones, of course, being the standout. Panel Van, Dear, and Rain, New Year‘s Eve were especially poignant. But honestly, isn‘t that what reading poetry is like? Mining for gold, finding the particular piece that sings to you above the others?

Good Bones - Maggie Smith
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My goal to read more #Poetry continues.
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This poem! ❤️ (A very loose interpretation of #incarnate 😉.)
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#LovePrevails Day 9: Re-sharing this #LovePoem by Maggie Smith. Fats‘ Poetry Friday post here: https://wp.me/pDlzr-jIl

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#AcrossApril Day 5: #Rain reminded me of this Maggie Smith poetry featured by Fats here: https://wp.me/pDlzr-jGE

#Movember Day 12: Fats has featured another one of Maggie Smith‘s poem for Poetry Friday entitled #Future. Full post here: https://wp.me/pDlzr-jIp
Posting earlier than usual since I am in between flights on my way back to my quaint provincial little town in the Middle East.

#AyUpAugust Day 26: This poem culled from Maggie Smith‘s collection definitely has some #IsThisLove vibes.
Fats‘ feature of this book for Poetry Friday here: https://wp.me/pDlzr-jIl

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Go call your mother! 😭

A collection of poetry that shares the fierce, protective nature of motherhood and the anxiety that comes from living in this world. A few of these poems will sit in my soul for eternity, and thus I give it a pick.

“Let me love the world like a mother.
Let me be tender when it lets me down.”

From “Rain, New Year‘s Eve” #poetry ⛈

Maggie‘s poems wrecked me. An exploration into motherhood and life and the convergence and divergence of the two.