Favorite Childhood Poetry 4

Although I thought that I had completed my three-part series on my childhood favorites, today as I was surfing I discovered this beautiful artwork by Scott Gustafson and was reminded of this gem by Edward Lear, that I so loved as a child. I just had to share. Perhaps I will continue these from time to time.

From the Poetry and Art Blogs, to the "Arts" Blog

Along with blogging, painting and working on my new book, A Thousand Days, recent events have included some insanity related distraction as I have been rebuilding my blogging "empire", but I'm not letting it get me down anymore.
It seems like when I begin writing, every bit of drama that can possibly invade my life finds a way to do just that. It makes me want to rent an office outside of my seven room house, but I am always working on a solution. Ever on I press to be present on the lighted screen, to share my heart, my thoughts, my dreams, my vision.

Sonnet CDXXI(421)

Thy love's a treasure sweet and dost thou know?
Thy heart is one as large as one can be.
Thee holds my thoughts, my dreams, my very soul.
There's no one I could love, as I love thee.

Creative Writing 101: The Benefits of Developing Your Poetic Skills | Writinghood

Creative Writing 101: The Benefit of Developing Your Poetic Skills | Writinghood

Poetry is an artform. It is designed to stretch the mind’s eye, touch the heart and entrench the senses… This article by Michele Cameron Drew was inspired by the... [read more]

Favorite Childhood Poetry 3

This third and perhaps most important installment which I first enjoyed in a favorite little golden book entitled "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Robert Louis Stevenson, that my dear mother(God rest her soul) would read to me faithfully over and over again, upon my request, until I was able to read it myself. The book contains a great number of wonderful pieces for children, but the following three pieces have been permanently impressed upon my head and heart and are perhaps what has laid the foundation for my love of fantasy and the written word.

Independence Day

We stood upon the shore
The sky afire with your love
Candles celebrating past
Bringing us into present
A day of independence
Of starting anew

Favorite Childhood Poetry 2

I've been really busy working on planning a trip home. This silly post was scheduled for 2 days ago, oops. Anyway, I promised you a part 2 and 3 and I'm back to deliver.

This second piece was handed down to me by my first grade school teacher, Ms. Hill. I'm sure that Ms. Hill has long since departed to a better place, but this piece still lives on inside my head and heart. It's beauty has haunted my memories all of my life. So, without further ado... for you Ms. Hill:

Favorite Childhood Poetry 1

My granddaughter came home and invited her mom to the "poetry slam" competition at her school next week. I wasn't invited, but I WAS amused. In light of slamming a little poetry, I thought that I might share a piece that I'm sure many of you have read before. This piece by Eugene Field, along with two others are my favorite childrens' pieces, I'll be posting the other two by and by. I just love the rich and wondrous imagery in this work.


It has been a really crazy week for me. Yesterday was the topper though. A week of playing at the park in the rain, having the cable installed, watching my grandson for 4 days and writing, I came down with some serious heat sickness on Wednesday.

I am getting better, but took quite a bit of time to sleep today. I had been

Getting Published: A Stairway to Heaven

I considered writing an article today on getting published. I opened up Google to start researching, and then I came across this wonderful article by Willie Meikle. I thought that I would just post a link here for you all to check it out. Perhaps I felt drawn to this particular piece as I often describe life as a ladder, or perhaps it's because Led Zeppelin was my favorite band growing up; I'm not sure.

Willie describes the path to published as a "Stairway to Heaven" in this inspiring article; which I believe is the perfect analogy. Check it out here!