Sorting through papers, I found this poem by James Allen. Re-reading it, I realize why I kept it. The rhythm of the words sings to my heart and my thoughts float higher. Would you scale the highest heaven, Would you pierce the lowest hell, Live in dreams of constant beauty, Or in basest thinking dwell. [...]
Today is e.e. cummings birthday. Expose yourself to some perfect lines: Seeker Of Truth by E. E. Cummings seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here
Can poetry inspire you to a new perspective? This city: the always noise grinding up from the subways under ground slamming from bus tires and taxi horns and engines of cars and trucks in all vocabularies of clash flash screeching hot metal language combinations as planes overhead roar an orchestra of rolling drums and battle [...]
I am still on my poetry bent: I followed happiness to make her mine, Past towering oak and swinging ivy vine. She fled, I chased, over slanting hill and dale, Pursuing rapidly over dashing stream. I scaled the dizzy cliffs where eagles scream; I traversed swiftly every land and mountain. But always happiness eluded me. [...]
I have a number of things open on my desk that are to inspire me to write. I took a cue out of my new book addition to my creative idea-generator, The Awe-Manac by Jill Badonsky. It was to write something about poetry. If my life so far was a poem. I am not sure [...]
