“One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective.” —W. H. Auden
It was Gustave Flaubert who wrote, “There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.” My poems are about life, living, love . . . and surviving those setbacks we all have that feel so world-shattering when they happen. Wikepedia tells us that Flaubert had a “scrupulous devotion to his art and style, best exemplified by his endless search for le mot juste (the right word).” I suffer the same affliction. Writing poems is not easy for me. Words get caught on the tip of my brain refusing to reveal themselves. Sometimes I need to tap into my very soul and draw blood.... Read more
In these our perfect gardens kept, With verdant minds compose, Our poetry to scrutiny, We graciously expose. Where we the poets gather strong, In rhythmic prose submerse. With moist and thirsty quills subscribe, To share eclectic verse. Where warm hearts thankful celebrate, Depressions face redress, Where spurned and vengeful lovers gripe, Where children are caressed. Plights are met with sympathy, Traumas well advised, Sincerity unquestioned, Friendships realized. When whale songs from echoes rest, As wings of doves fall tired This gathering of poets will Continue to inspire.
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