In another post, I talked about poems that took me 12 or even 20 years to finish. Some poems just need time to sit. Today’s poem, “The Door of Moonlight”, is one such piece. While its vintage isn’t even close to 12 or 20 years, it’s a few years old. I wrote the first threeContinueContinue reading “The Door of Moonlight”
Category Archives: A Song of Glass
Stare
In the late 19th century, the Symbolist poets began a movement against naturalism and realism in writing. The Symbolists preferred the power of imagination, dreams, visions, and the like. I’ve never subscribed to any school of poetry. As a writer, my interests are too diverse. I like traditional and experimental forms; I’m a fan ofContinueContinue reading “Stare”
Your Old Men Will Dream Dreams
We are incurable night owls in my family. Still, even we can stay up TOO late sometimes and suffer sleepiness the next day. Today is that day for me. When deciding what to post today, all I could think of was that I felt tired, which reminded me of a poem I wrote recently: “YourContinueContinue reading “Your Old Men Will Dream Dreams”
Grief Is
Grief is familiar to any of us who have been around for more than five minutes. But it is also one of the most complex things we experience. The many variables involved make it so: different causes, personalities, social norms, religious (or non-religious) beliefs, the time of day, and what you had for lunch canContinueContinue reading “Grief Is”
Maple Seed
Jesus compared the kingdom of God to a man who scattered seed (Matt. 13:3-9). It is a marvelous parable showing that things of God are tossed out there with no guarantee that anything will take root. But the one who sows seed in the parable does it in hope that some things will spring upContinueContinue reading “Maple Seed”
The Muses Are on Strike
Writer’s block or creative lulls (whatever you want to call them) are often a source of inspiration for me. I’m actually compiling a chapbook containing all my writer’s block poems. I’m a third of the way there. Just a few weeks ago the creative juices were frozen (it is winter, after all), and it poppedContinueContinue reading “The Muses Are on Strike”
Rain Dance
This week’s poem, “Rain Dance,” is a little different for me. Of all my poems, it is one of the very few that is self-consciously rhythmic. It also employs a fair amount of onomatopoeia: words whose sound mimics their meaning (like the way “buzz” buzzes when you say it). Besides employing the devices of rhythmContinueContinue reading “Rain Dance”
Last Night’s Rain
This week’s poem is “Last Night’s Rain” from my new book, The Anonymity of Waiting. As I read it today, I wonder what emotions it evokes in readers. If any brave souls would like to share in the comments below, I’d love to hear your thoughts. I am hoping to self-publish a fifth book inContinueContinue reading “Last Night’s Rain”
A Wandering Minstrel 