As far back as I can remember, snippets of verse pop into my head. Sometimes I actually write them down (on whatever is handy – grocery receipts, envelopes, iPhone notepad). Sometimes I actually write a complete (“complete”) poem and do something with it. “The Stamp House” came to me on a Saturday morning, and I…
It’s the last day of National Poetry Month, and the wind has been howling here in Boulder for three days. It’s been an obnoxious wind making me wonder if it’s worth it to live here. In honor of the wind and National Poetry Month, I’ll share a draft of a poem I wrote on a…
The World is Too Much with Us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The…
A forgotten post waits for an uploaded pic penned may 17 =========================================== i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) I shared those lines from the famous poem with Joshua tonight. I had written them years ago to my father on Father’s Day (back in college when I had no money…
For David Peach blossoms bloom a soft pink smile to you and me. Wedding day tribute. This poem is from our wedding, read by Aron during the ceremony. “At the Wedding March” by Gerard Manley Hopkins GOD with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out…