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									 I do not  
Read the newspaper 
Any more 
I read novels 
And magazines 
Recipes 
And poems 
I read clouds 
And sunsets 
Shadows  
And snowflakes 
I read bird prints 
And tide-lines on the shore 
The bark of trees 
The patterns of pine needles 
On the forest floor 
I read people's faces 
And hands 
Their body language 
And their eyes 
  
I do not 
Listen to newscasts 
Any more 
I listen to the wind 
Swirling through the grasses 
The waves as they come and go 
Along the beach 
I listen to the honking of geese 
The quarrelling of starlings 
The cooing of mourning doves 
I listen to the joyful sound of laughter 
And the silent sound of tears 
I listen to the sweetness  
Of voices singing together 
And the comforting sound 
Of many hearts 
Beating as one 
For me 
This is enough 
 
 
© by Joanna Zarkadas. 
Used with the author's permission. 
  
 
 
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Joanna Zarkadas has been practicing  "random acts of writing" since she could hold a pencil; she's spent  her entire professional life encouraging middle schoolers to do the  same. Joanna's work has appeared in a variety of publications and she  is a regular reader at The Art of The Spoken Word, a monthly poetry  venue at the library in her home town of Plymouth, Massachusetts. When  she isn't writing poetry, Joanna enjoys singing with Persephone's  Daughters, a women's performing group, volunteering as a bedside singer  for Cranberry Hospice of Plymouth, and spending time with her children  and granddaughter.   
 
 
						 
						
																	
							
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												Lorelei_Butterfly: 
												I know it's important to stay informed, and therefore I must be a responsible human and do my best to find out where help is most needed.
But these days I often have to remind myself to step back from the sadness and fear in the news, it just grabs my heart and won't let go. Your poem is such a wonderful reminder that for every one sad and scary thing in the world, there are a hundred beautiful, loving, wonderous things as well.  
												Posted 01/29/2020 05:56 PM
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												toni: 
												This is a real lesson. Thank you for sharing. 
												Posted 01/26/2020 08:32 AM
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												Jo: 
												Enjoyed your poem and find the things that are important for living a good life are not in the news.
Thanks for posting Jayne. 
												Posted 01/22/2020 08:28 PM
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												michael escoubas: 
												Truly a poem for the times in which we live, Joanna. Thank you! 
												Posted 01/22/2020 12:02 PM
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												jeeger: 
												Excellent double meaning in that title! 
												Posted 01/22/2020 09:19 AM
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												mail@schoolbusmart.com: 
												Very nice.
It�s what we see, hear and feel so much more than what is reported, transmitted and opined.
Randy 
												Posted 01/22/2020 07:44 AM
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												jerithompson: 
												The title is perfect. What you choose to listen to is enough. All the beautiful and peaceful things. Nice reminder of what's important! 
												Posted 01/22/2020 05:29 AM
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