Peonies and Your Creativity?
“Wild and perfect for one moment before they are nothing forever…” Mary Oliver writes of the peonies in her poem, Peonies
Love of the Other Birds…
“I think to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds, to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.” ~Sharon Olds
It’s about Love.
If every item on my to-do list were a person, the line would go out my door, down the road, past the two cow barns, all the way to the banks of the Connecticut, over the river (if the bridge vetoed out of existence had actually been built)—— and then some.
Journal as Intimate Companion
Like all relationships, the relationship with one’s journal, if it is to be a dynamic, evolving one, needs tending.
I am going to “get personal” for a moment with a question about your intimate life: Are you in a committed relationship?
Love Poem # 3 : I Know The Way You Can Get by Hafiz
I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:
Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.
