Dave Astor’s ‘Twas the Write Before Christmas

The week between Christmas and News Years is a time of reflection and anticipation. The days are mellow, with the festive glow gently prompting us to look back to where we have been even as we look forward to where we are heading next. Poignancy and anticipation invite us to invest in the present moment.Continue reading “Dave Astor’s ‘Twas the Write Before Christmas”

October by Robert Frost

October by Robert Frost November has made its way through time with a speed that leaves me breathless, even a little bewildered. My sister Sarah, has a theory based on quantum physics that time speeds up as we age. I’m thinking that she has insight into this matter, considering that we are nearing the endContinue reading “October by Robert Frost”

Jean-Jacques Fournier, LOVE by any Definition

In the first week of March, when Spring was awakening and the chill of winter was softening, enticing the earth to bring forth new growth, I received Jean-Jacques Fournier’s 16th book of poems, “Love – by any definition.” The timing of publishing in January welcomed a new year and a new decade of wonderful possibilities.Continue reading “Jean-Jacques Fournier, LOVE by any Definition”

There Will Come Soft Rains

The year was 1918. World War I was coming to an end when Sara Teasdale wrote “There Will Come Soft Rains.” Influenced by the unprecedented levels of destruction witnessed and precious lives lost during the war years, she used the soft and gentle voice of nature to lament the futility and horror of unspeakable violenceContinue reading “There Will Come Soft Rains”

The Flower at My Window

Aristotle declared that “Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.” And with that quote in mind, I looked back into public domain poetry in search of the voices of poets from past generations that will add to my poetry experience. Today, I am recitingContinue reading “The Flower at My Window”

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

“Truly fine poetry must be read aloud. A good poem does not allow itself to be read in a low voice or silently. If we can read it silently, it is not a valid poem: a poem demands pronunciation. Poetry always remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art. ItContinue reading “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy

We are the music makers, We are the dreamers of dreams… “Music makers” and “dreamers” are symbols that speak to the heart and vibrancy of the human experience. Music and dreams give honour to our creative spirits, encouraging us to embrace the unknown with courage and expectancy. We are all artists. With the words “moversContinue reading “Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy”

Last Night by Mary Jo Malo

Spring is the time for new things. For me, the “newness” was moving from home into nature to recite poetry. My dear friend, Mary Jo Malo from This Shining Wound, Original Poetry by Mary Jo Malo, graciously gave permission for me to recite her poem, “Last Night.” The night brings darkness, stillness, solitude and sleep.Continue reading “Last Night by Mary Jo Malo”