Some days ago I was decluttering some things at home and found a little poem, which was written to me by canadian poet Daiva Friedmann.
In the early summer of 2023 I went out for a long walk in Copenhagen with my eldest daughter, Anouk, we went a lot of different places, mostly in my old neighbour Nørrebro, where I lived for many years.
After visiting several different places we went to the neighbourhood Nørrebro and had a walk at one of the most famous cemeteries in Denmark, “Assistens Kirkegården” in Copenhagen, founded the year of 1760. The cemetery is still in use, so everybody are aware of respecting grieving people but this place is also a place locals are using for walks, sunbathing and so much more. When I lived at Nørrebro I often used the cemetery as a leisure place, just 2 min from my apartment.
We passed by a young woman at a tiny little desk with an oldschool typingmaschine. Bebause we were talking me and my daughter we just passed by the woman and her desk, so it actually took some backwards steps to realize what she offered. She offered A written personal poem made in the present moment and you could give her a few words for inspiration or just let her write freely. What an opportunity.
It was so lovely standing there in the warm summersun, enjoying my company of my lovely daughter, spontaneous recieving a poem, being very inspired and very touched. I felt myself and my own creativity through her work.
When my girls were much younger (small children) and me longing for expressing myself creatively while being a fulltime single mother I had to find a way to do something without leaving home. So I wrote poetry in the evening, in danish, the poetry was a door to my own creativity. Several of them were published, and I was recommended to write more poems and create a book by a well known publisher and editor.
Finding the above poem some days ago, inspired me once again to reconsider the poetry part of myself. Recently have I been reconnecting with my own creation of poetry and starting up again with new rough drafts of text pieces of new poetry. Perhaps I will share them here one day.
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