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… Read more The Flower at My Window →
“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… Read more The Lake Isle of Innisfree →
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… Read more Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy →
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,… Read more Last Night by Mary Jo Malo →
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… Read more Let It Be Forgotten →
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… Read more Roads, Journeys, Memories →
April 7, 2020. I am having tea with the poet, William Wordsworth. Today marks his 250th birthday and I’m inviting you to our celebration. English Breakfast tea is steeping nearby,… Read more Dancing with Daffodils →
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,… Read more Shetland with T.S. Eliot →
