I have a confession to make. I'd appreciate it if you would keep it between us.
I read poetry
It could even be said that I like poetry
A long time ago, in a land far away, I wrote some poetry.
Last night, I wrote a few more poems. Afterwards, it became very clear.
Well, really not so clear is it? Wonder if it was a camera thing or an operator thing? Anyway, poetry wise it became clear I have nothing in common with Yeats talent wise.
So I switched gears and several decades, and bought the Juno Charm written by Nuala Ni' Chonchu'ir
http://www.salmonpoetry.com/details.php?ID=243&a=208 A beautiful book of poetry that I read cover to cover in one sitting. Turns out I have tons in common with that poet...
we're both woman. What are the odds of that?
Coincidence is a wonderful thing!
ReplyDeleteI own just two Yeats books. His 'Complete Poems', and 'Mythologies'. 'Mythologies' is a book of short stories (mostly about the little people), and I read it regularly once a year. I recommend it.
Oooooh! I'm telling! You like poetry, even writing it!!!!
ReplyDeleteUmm, ok, I like poetry, too. And I write it. I won't tell if you don't tell!
My downfall is Pablo Neruda and Rumi. Yes, we are rebels in the modern world, I tell you! :)
Poetry???? It's limerick time again.
ReplyDeleteThere once was a gal name of Donna,
Who farmed both flora and fauna,
She drank her milk raw
With only one flaw,
No ads caused her very great trauma.