My name is Cynthia Josephs, a retired  educator and now a Poetry Facilitator.  I taught K-12 students and adults English As A Second Language and Literacy.   ​During the COVID pandemic, I discovered the profound impact poetry can have on one's well-being and  decided to become a  Certified Poetry Facilitator. 

Thank you for visiting my site.  I invite you to join the group on this poetic journey.

Poem by Emily Dickinson: “Hope” is the thing with feathers. 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.

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What does hope mean to you?

What is your metaphor for hope?

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