Category Archives: National Poetry Month

Let It Be Forgotten

It was in late February, early March when I recited Sara Teasdale’s poem, “Let It Be Forgotten” on the Vancouver Seawall. It was only a few weeks before the world changed and we entered a time of solitude. This is a favourite poem of mine for it reminds me that time is a kind friendContinue reading “Let It Be Forgotten”

Roads, Journeys, Memories

My recent thoughts have been on what is remembered and what is forgotten in the collective consciousness. Why do we remember specific events when those events, at the time, seemed ordinary and easily pushed to the recesses of memory?  We are defined by moments that follow us wherever life takes us. We become a compilationContinue reading “Roads, Journeys, Memories”

Shetland with T.S. Eliot

April is National Poetry Month! I am celebrating by looking back at photo memories and connecting them to poems that have enlightened my journey. T.S. Eliot’s poem, Wait Without Hope, came to me when I faced a transition and choices. The idea of waiting, listening, reflecting is very much the essence of this poem. “Faith,Continue reading “Shetland with T.S. Eliot”

OTR Celebrates Poetry with John Masefield

Every morning, when I open my e-mails I look for a message from my sister, Sarah, for I know that there will be a poem attached to her cheerful “good morning.” Sarah and I share a belief that our lives are enhanced by poetry. There is an intensity and expression of feelings that comes throughContinue reading “OTR Celebrates Poetry with John Masefield”

Gertrude Stein – A Bold Experimenter

“Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.” Gertrude Stein If I was ever asked who I would like to spend an afternoon with, I would choose Gertrude Stein.   After all, she lived in Paris surrounded by all that she loved best – art, music, poetry, food and wine.   Her residence at the salon,Continue reading “Gertrude Stein – A Bold Experimenter”

The Month for Poetry

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour…. Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,  Geoffrey Chaucer, Prologue to the Canterbury Tales It all started in 1995 when the Academy of American Poets brought together a group of publishers, booksellers, librarians, literary organizations, poetsContinue reading “The Month for Poetry”