The Way to the Stars
by Kathleen Ruel
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collection of poems
Kathleen Ruel 2017
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NO MORE MONKEYS
THE WAY TO THE STARS
LISTENS TO THE WIND
IN THE BACKYARD
IN HER CUPPED HANDS
When I was young, I
loved to write poems and express my thoughts and feelings. Poetry
provided me with a structure to create and a place to experience
comfort, beauty, and peace. Carefully constructed phrases and
rhythms could stir my soul, elevate my spirit, and quell my fears. I
can recall how simple poems made me feel, and how I would assemble
them into little books with cardboard covers. I treasured those poems
and handmade books. They mattered to me.
When I finished college
and returned home, I felt wanderlust within a year. I left a good job
of six months, and I packed up my vehicle and started to roam from
place to place in search of adventure, but, really, it was in search
of myself and truth. With a boyfriend and his stuff in the car as
well, there wasn’t much room, but I managed to find space for some
books. I cared little about material things at that time and
preferred to travel light, but I lugged those books around with me.
Just knowing they were with me, even if they were in an unopened box
in the trunk of my car, provided me comfort and connection. They were
important to me.