Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Creating "Atop the Hill"

This one pretty much wrote itself.  Who is this?  A sentry, a guardian, a gatekeeper?  Or perhaps just a plain, old observer?  This poem speaks of suffering.

Extract from "Atop the Hill"


"I see much from my place atop the hill
Harried mothers squawking
Old men numb with loneliness
Laced lovers convinced of privacy."

Afterthoughts for "Atop the Hill"

I'm a voyeur. I say that with no embarrassment. If I could have a superpower, being invisible would be it, 
no question. I'm fascinated by human behavior; observing people and seeing how much story gets told 
without a lot of dialogue, and how much our brain fills in. 


Thomas Schlamme



Of the two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

Louise Gluck


My Drawing:


Sunday, June 25, 2017

on June 24, 2017
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Saturday, June 24, 2017





The photograph that inspired my poem "This Is a Good Thing"  recently published (May 29, 2017) in The Voices Project.  It can be read in its entirety at www.thevoicesproject.org.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Creating "The First Week of Shattered Dreams"

The first week after the death of a spouse is an indeterminable, agonizingly slow time for developing the intermittent realization that the deceased is not returning.  Not only is the world turned sideways, but what used to seem so natural now takes on the aura of another world.

Extract from "The First Week of Shattered Dreams"

This lone week plays as a century long,
With each new normal nothing more
Than a ridiculous display,
Aberrant,
A pretentious pageant with no real import."

Afterthoughts for "The First Week of Shattered Dreams"

Widow. The word consumes itself.

Sylvia Plath

For many women, becoming a widow does not just mean the heartache of losing a husband, but ofetn losing everything else as well.

Cherie Blair

He first deceased; she for a little tried to live without him, liked it not, and died.

Sir Henry Wooten

Thursday, June 15, 2017

My poem "My Mother's Secret" will be published by Leaves Of Ink on November 1st.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

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