A quest for the magic in life, language, and literature
Written in a time of transition a few years ago, this poem may not have have much literary value, but the process of working it out was valuable for me. The Greek krisis means turning point, as in the decisive moment of a disease leading to either recovery or death. I decided to take that … Continue reading Crisis: a poem
Continuing with the theme from my previous post, here is a poem about that most wonderful, challenging adventure of living and loving together. Marriage It’s not all flowers and Valentines, Nor kisses and endearing words, Not after the first few rosy years When the freshness has worn off. It’s having our four feet planted On … Continue reading Marriage – a poem
Sometimes I write poetry. It may not be very good, but it gives me pleasure. I don't have a regular time or method for doing this. A phrase or sentence comes into my head and rolls around till I do something with it. Or I observe something, an outwardly visible image that wants to be … Continue reading Mother Holle – a poem