{"id":4136,"date":"2022-11-17T09:25:26","date_gmt":"2022-11-17T14:25:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4136"},"modified":"2022-11-15T09:47:40","modified_gmt":"2022-11-15T14:47:40","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-203","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/17\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-203\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #203"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Jack Ridl is an American poet and a retired professor of English. The website, Brilliant Books, <\/em>describes his poetry this way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Jack Ridl shares lines of well-earned wisdom in the face of a constantly changing world. The familiar comforts of life–a warm fire in winter, a lush garden in summer–become the settings for transcendent and universal truths in these poems, as moments of grief, sadness, and melancholy trigger a deeper appreciation for small but important joys.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Assume it's in the kitchen,\nunder the couch, high\nin the pine tree out back,\nbehind the paint cans\nin the garage. Don't try\nproving your love\nis bigger than the Grand\nCanyon, the Milky Way,\nthe urban sprawl of L.A.\nTake it for granted. Take it\nout with the garbage. Bring\nit in with the takeout. Take\nit for a walk with the dog.\nWake it every day, say,\n\"Good morning,\" Then\nmake the coffee. Warm\nthe cups. Don't expect much\nof the day. Be glad when\n you make it back to bed.\nBe glad he threw out that \nbox of old hats. Be glad\nshe leaves her shoes\nin the hall. Snow will\ncome. Spring will show up.\nSummer will be humid. \nThe leaves will fall\nin the fall. That's more \nthan you need. We can \nlove anybody, even\neverybody. But you \ncan love the silence,\nsighing and saying to \nyourself, \"That's her.\"\n\"That's him.\" Then to\neach other, \"I know!\nLet's go out for breakfast!\n\nTake Love for Granted\nJack Ridl<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Jack Ridl is an American poet and a retired professor of English. The website, Brilliant Books, describes his poetry this way. Jack Ridl shares lines of well-earned wisdom in the face of a constantly changing world. The familiar comforts of life–a warm fire in winter, a lush garden in summer–become the settings for transcendent and universal truths in these poems, as moments of grief, sadness, and melancholy trigger a deeper appreciation for small but important joys. Assume it’s in the kitchen, under the couch, high in the pine tree out back, behind the paint cans in the garage. Don’t try proving your love is bigger than the Grand Canyon, the Milky Way, the urban sprawl of L.A. Take it for granted. Take it out with the garbage. Bring it in with the takeout. Take it for a walk with the dog. Wake it every day, say, “Good morning,” Then make the coffee. Warm the cups. Don’t expect much of the day. Be glad when you make it back to bed. Be glad he threw out that box of old hats. Be glad she leaves her shoes in the hall. Snow will come. Spring will show up. Summer will be humid. The leaves will fall in the fall. That’s more than you need. We can love anybody, even everybody. But you can love the silence, sighing and saying to yourself, “That’s her.” “That’s him.” Then to each other, “I know! Let’s go out for breakfast! Take Love for Granted Jack Ridl<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4137,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4136","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4136","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4136"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4136\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4139,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4136\/revisions\/4139"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}