Failure Gazing up into the hard moonless night The wind pulls my soul from my lips. To what do I fathom in the ink-velvet sky? No hope do I see from the dawning day. My warrior hath gone to war,…
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Poem – Sometimes I look back
I don’t often write poetry. But sometimes one comes in like a lightning strike. This one came while I was driving home from work. Luckily (?) it was standing still traffic. Sometimes I look back I drown in a whirlpool…
A Year Ago…
A year ago we were hopeful. A year ago, we had no idea. A year ago, we thought this would be an easy thing. A year ago, we made plans. A year ago, we bought airfare for our vacation. A…
Brigid’s Day
Flashes of reluctant color pepper her white veil A long, somnolent stretch Heralds the coming of spring’s life The crack of an icicle, The tentative chirp of a sparrow Slush and crunch and drip Is music to my ears. …
The Fairy King’s advice on Trees. A poem from Early Ireland | Irish Archaeology
Early Medieval, fair king, poem, trees Source: The Fairy King’s advice on Trees. A poem from Early Ireland | Irish Archaeology
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Solstice Blessings! – Philip Carr-Gomm
A Poem for the Solstice… The Arrival of the Past You wake wanting the dream you left behind in sleep, water washing through everything, clearing away sediment of years, uncovering the lost an… Source: Solstice Blessings! – Philip Carr-Gomm
The Writer’s Almanac for October 4, 2016 | The Wild Swans at Coole | The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor
Because I’m fascinated by swans now, after writing a book about them (The Enchanted Swans, pub date March 8, 2017!), here are some swans for your day! The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats Source: The Writer’s…
Balancing Act
I don’t normally write poetry. At least, not since I was a miserable outcast in High School. At the time, I wrote miserable, horrible poetry. I don’t think I’ve improved much, but at least its no longer about my latest…
Come away, O Human Child…
Come away, O Human child; To the waters and the wild, with a fairy, hand in hand For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. — W. B. Yeats **************** Don’t miss information on Celtic myth and…
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