The Things That Count by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Now, dear, it isn’t the bold things, Great deeds of valour and might, That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the day. But it is the doing of old things, Small acts that are just and right; And doing them… Continue reading The Things That Count
Written Deer by Maggie Smith Why does this written doe bound through these written woods? —Wisława Szymborska My handwriting is all over these woods. No, my handwriting is these woods, each tree a half-print, half-cursive scrawl, each loop a limb. My house is somewhere here, & I have scribbled myself inside it. What is home… Continue reading Written Deer
My Love Is Black by DéLana R. A. Dameron You might say fear is a predictable emotion & I might agree. Whenever my husband leaves for his graveyard shift, when he prepares to walk out into the abyss of black sky, I am afraid tonight will be the night I become a widow. I don’t… Continue reading My Love Is Black
In April I found that I enjoyed sharing poetry with the blog so much that I'm going to keep doing it on a semi-regular basis. Pretty much it will be when I find a poem I feel like sharing, and some will be rich in meaning while others will be here for the beauty of… Continue reading You Come Too ~ two of my favorite Robert Frost poems
Let's share one last poem for National Poetry Month. This one was the Poem-A-Day offering for April 27, and it stuck with me so I thought I'd share it with you. All of Us Erika L. Sánchez Every day I am born like this— No chingues. Nothing happens for the first time. Not the neon… Continue reading One More April Poem: “All of Us”
Here's another poem for April because I haven't taken any pictures of my knitting lately. And just as proof that it's not just modern poetry which makes use of white space (I'm look at you, Rupi Kaur) here's some E. E. Cummings.
I thought I'd do a poetry linkity this month, since April is National Poetry Month. First, though, a couple other non-poetry links... Some links that I got from Chris... Seanan McGuire on fanfic Fanfic is a natural human interaction with story. Children do it before they know its name. People who swear they would never… Continue reading Poetry Linkity (and other things)