I woke up from my perfect dreamto find my house on fire.And as I fought through the smoketo rage at those who set the blazeI realized the first matchwas struck by me.
My previous post announced that my poem “Where Does the Child Sleep Tonight?” had been posted on the Poetry X Hunger site. And, with that, I thought I was done editing the poem. Okay, maybe a minor tweak or two, but the poem was basically finished. Well, no. After I posted the link to the … More Just when you thought you were done…
The fine folks who run Poetry X Hunger have posted my poem, “Where Does the Child Sleep Tonight.” You can find it here. And, while on the site, check out all the other great poems helping to call attention to the issues that cause hunger and the work needed to eradicate it. This is my … More Poetry X Hunger
MUSICA UNIVERSALIS And could it be that we are music emanating from the stars, harmonies formed from the immense monochord, sacred octaves in a cosmic chant, the universal hum, the celestial Om? SING, O BARREN, SING (inspired by passages and phrases from Isaiah, the Book of Mormon, and the Koran) Sing, O barren, sing. Cry … More Sermon
I am pleased to announce that my poem, “After Sterling,” received an honorable mention in the Maryland Writers’ Association’s 2020 poetry contest. The poem will appear in the the Association’s 2020 anthology, Maryland in Poetry. The poem is addressed to the African-American poet, Sterling Brown, and opens with a reference to the vegetables he mentions … More After Sterling
We finish this month of Welsh and Irish poetry with two more poems from Seamus Heaney, both from his series titled “Glanmore Sonnets.” “Vowels ploughed into other, opened ground,/Each verse returning like the plough turned round.” I love the image of the plough turning the soil for the planting of vowels, from which verses will … More Day 31: Glanmore Sonnets
The response to yesterday’s post of “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” was so positive that it just calls for another poem by Yeats. For today, “The Wild Swans at Coole.” Yeats wrote the poem at Coole Park, the home of Lady Gregory, a dramatist and Irish folkorist, and along with Yeats and Edward Martyn, co-founder … More Day 30: The Wild Swans at Coole