by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday Happy National Poetry Month, April 2019. SPARKS At the end of day I sit by the fire Under the falling darkness as day fades and night engulfs I think of light and warmth. The campfire pulls me in . . . builds a bridge from years lived to years yet to...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 29Poetry Friday These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God: “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 22.Poetry Friday If you can dream and not make dreams your master;If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; . . .From “If–” by Rudyard Kipling I was digitally thumbing pages in a teacher book* from yesteryear: Poems...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 15Poetry Friday I.I read a blog post; on that post, I clicked a link about a book.On Amazon I chose to “Look inside” and read a poem . . . The BirdBy Arthur Symons (1865-1945)I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears; Life is a...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
March Slice of Life No. 8.Poetry Friday. Two weeks ago I tripped upon a sea poem by Celia Thaxter, “Seaward To ___”. I connected immediately with her words. {Perhaps because I love “all things sea.”} It was a natural next step for me to search...
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