Robert Frost is probably best known for his “road less travelled” poem. In the spirit of this week’s theme of Remembrance I am diverging and focusing on his lesser known war poems, including the enigma of the ‘lost poem’.
I am not perfect but I stand out from the crowd.
And I fell in love. Who wouldn’t, as child, love the sounds and feelings of reeling off the wonderful, fabudosous sounds of McCavity, Rum Rum Tugger, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer?
Inspired by this phenomena I decided to record the event.
Only in the expanse of horizon …Destiny waits.
I cannot say that I relate to all of her poetry, but I admire her honesty as a poet. Straight forward language written in a complex structure produces a depth of writing; powerful and memorable.
An excerpt from The Borough: Peter Grimes by George Crabbe
Blossom and bees
Achieved through mutual
Your beauty is Standing tall and proud Reaching out Providing shelter A stillness in the wind Colour, texture, form and Long lasting. I slowly approach Wondering at your majesty and glory Waiting for you to invite me closer. May I touch? With silent consent I dare to reach and Feel the warmth and life…