You enchantingly craft your words…, … gems that thrill our hearts. Rather effortlessly, it seems, You bend over your tureen, Humming and thumbing your well-worn needle. You squint and adjust your focals, Shake the bowl in unspoken incantation, You single out this stone, and set it by that one. You stir the bowl again and …
It seems that try as I might, I am incapable of writing in the summer. I have had a million ideas but even the revisiting of my idea notes is a senseless effort in frustration. So I gave it up. Summer creativity took the form of painting, photography, gardening, and cooking. I loved it. We’ve …
a magnificent poem my mind was creating. electric, melodic, pure genius in the making but i waited too long, it was done percolating i had dreamily thought, “this one is yours for the taking; it will keep till morning, boy it’s downright earth-shaking!” But upon my awaking this poor heart is aching as the …