Thy love's a treasure sweet and dost thou know? Thy heart is one as large as one can be. Thee holds my thoughts, my dreams, my very soul. There's no one I could love, as I love thee. |
Sonnet CDXXI(421)
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Creative Writing 101: The Benefits of Developing Your Poetic Skills | Writinghood
Creative Writing 101: The Benefit of Developing Your Poetic Skills | Writinghood
Poetry is an artform. It is designed to stretch the mind’s eye, touch the heart and entrench the senses… This article by Michele Cameron Drew was inspired by the... [read more]
Poetry is an artform. It is designed to stretch the mind’s eye, touch the heart and entrench the senses… This article by Michele Cameron Drew was inspired by the... [read more]
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Favorite Childhood Poetry 3
This third and perhaps most important installment which I first enjoyed in a favorite little golden book entitled "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Robert Louis Stevenson, that my dear mother(God rest her soul) would read to me faithfully over and over again, upon my request, until I was able to read it myself. The book contains a great number of wonderful pieces for children, but the following three pieces have been permanently impressed upon my head and heart and are perhaps what has laid the foundation for my love of fantasy and the written word.Independence Day
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Favorite Childhood Poetry 2
I've been really busy working on planning a trip home. This silly post was scheduled for 2 days ago, oops. Anyway, I promised you a part 2 and 3 and I'm back to deliver. This second piece was handed down to me by my first grade school teacher, Ms. Hill. I'm sure that Ms. Hill has long since departed to a better place, but this piece still lives on inside my head and heart. It's beauty has haunted my memories all of my life. So, without further ado... for you Ms. Hill:
Favorite Childhood Poetry 1
My granddaughter came home and invited her mom to the "poetry slam" competition at her school next week. I wasn't invited, but I WAS amused. In light of slamming a little poetry, I thought that I might share a piece that I'm sure many of you have read before. This piece by Eugene Field, along with two others are my favorite childrens' pieces, I'll be posting the other two by and by. I just love the rich and wondrous imagery in this work.
Roses...
I am getting better, but took quite a bit of time to sleep today. I had been
Getting Published: A Stairway to Heaven
I considered writing an article today on getting published. I opened up Google to start researching, and then I came across this wonderful article by Willie Meikle. I thought that I would just post a link here for you all to check it out. Perhaps I felt drawn to this particular piece as I often describe life as a ladder, or perhaps it's because Led Zeppelin was my favorite band growing up; I'm not sure.
Willie describes the path to published as a "Stairway to Heaven" in this inspiring article; which I believe is the perfect analogy. Check it out here!
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Willie describes the path to published as a "Stairway to Heaven" in this inspiring article; which I believe is the perfect analogy. Check it out here!
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A Good Blogging Day and I Love Blogger...
Riding the Bus - (something different)
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