Today marks the start of National Poetry Month, and I’m planning to start it off the way I do every April: by reading T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land.” The poem is like an old friend I enjoy visiting with periodically, and the reading is both a comforting ritual and a rite and harbinger of spring. I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately, and occasionally writing a verse or two, which is entirely new to me. So National Poetry Month has extra meaning for me this year, and I’m going to try to pay attention all month. While I’m not certain exactly where that will take me, I’m hoping perhaps to finish at least a couple of poems I’ve been working on, and read a whole lot more. I want to say I’ll write something here touching on, or maybe inspired by, poetry every day, but that might be overly ambitious. We shall see.

For now, to start off the month, let me share some of the poetry I’m currently reading and re-reading: Continue reading →

30 years we have been together,
24 years married, a son born and launched,
three parents lost.

Grief and joy both immeasurable,
laughter and tears commingled
in this world we have created, made and made ours.

We surround ourselves with friends, sometimes family, the larger the group the better,
but alone or with others
we are we.

Two and one.

I would not trade this life for any other.

Black slippery dangerous
ice coats my upper deck
warns me to step carefully through life
at least today
The ice we don’t see threatens us the most