poetry – Maddie's Mom Writes

The Bell Cannot be Unrung

With sure, deft strokes Born of habit and practice I close the wound Like a brush Painting over graffiti The hateful words cannot be seen But they are still there Trapped now Never to be released

Imperfect Beauty

Bent like an old woman’s back Nearly double Brown and dry If perfect beauty exists This is not it Often it is what is not said That is most important

What exactly is poetry? There really isn’t a concrete answer to that question. It’s kind of a personal experience for each individual. But I like this simple definition best: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm. TheContinue reading “Poetry is a Hard Sell”

Remember

Candy coated apples and Pumpkins on the prowl. Russet covered landscapes and Coyotes, how they howl. Dark Moon cold of evenings and Day’s enfolding heat, Hot cider for the cousins and Oatmeal cookies fresh to eat. Cinnamon does spice the air and Sage a seasoning makes. There’s many things to finish and Mom bakes andContinue reading “Remember”

What Makes a Writer Good

Boy, if I had the answer to that question, I’d be rich. I know what it is about the authors I enjoy reading. Or at least I think I know. Trying to quantify and qualify it is another matter. I sort of covered this in a post about the five things I look for inContinue reading “What Makes a Writer Good”