“Write What You Know.”-Mark Twain

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”-William Wordsworth

You’ll notice that yesterday and today, I’ve just wanted to write simple poems…poems that come instantly, nothing profound. As a child, I wrote all the time; teachers loved displaying my poetry on the hallway and classroom bulletin boards; in school newsletters. Once my dad gave the Trinity Church in lower Manhattan my Laura Nyro-inspired poem, “Save the Children” and they printed it in their newsletter. (Laura’s great song, “Save the Country” had the line, “Save the Children.”) Today, before I rised, I just looked at my husband sleeping and I smiled. He’s just the nicest person I know and for over 30 years, he’s been my anchor in the most positive of ways!!!!

I wanted to just get up and write

Something meaningful; something deep

Instead I think of your eyes and how they pierce into me

I think of your gentleness and how it guides this family

I think of your steadfastness calming my nerves

I think of you…always you.

 

 

 

 

 

Winter’s Morning Inspiration

As I lay in bed this morning with the pillow speaker under my pillow, I heard it was 18 degrees in NY and felt more like 10 degrees. Not good news to my ears. Got up, made my coffee, went downstairs to basement and put on heater and computer and here I am…writing what I feel. Have a good Friday everyone!  OH…I learned a new word this morning: “varve.” 

Winter’s Morning Inspiration by IleneOnWords

Some like the changing of the seasons

Yes, they do, for many varied reasons

Skating across a frozen lake

Or in the hearth a fire make

Building snowmen with their young

Tasting snowflakes on their tongue

 Bundling up in colorful scarves

Extra clothing warn like varves

Admiring lavish window displays

And decorated homes with lights ablaze

I would prefer just seasons of three

And banish winter for eternity

But alas, I will fight the good fight

Forge ahead in the snow no matter the height

Enjoy the heat the new oil burner brings

And listen to the songs my heart doth sings.

“An American Original”-Sawyer-Laucanno on e.e. Cummings

“Even when Cummings falters, he is still interesting, worth reading, and always has something to say. But perhaps, most important, his voice is always his own: genuine, unique, and resonant.”-Christopher Sawyer-Laucanno, author of E.E. Cummings: A Biography, Review by Jonathan Yardley, The Washington Post, 10-17-04

e.e. Cummings was born today in Massachusetts in 1884.

e.e. cummings always wrote poetry it seems; he wrote a poem per day between the ages of 8 and 22!

In a 1959 essay reprinted in his collection Babel to Byzantium, James Dickey proclaimed: “I think that Cummings is a daringly original poet, with more vitality and more sheer, uncompromising talent than any other living American writer.” The Poetry Foundation site

Here is one of my favorite e.e. cummings poems:

 [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

By E. E. Cummings

 

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

 

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)