We are in the Lufthansa lounge in Frankfurt waiting to fly home in a few hours. I am recollecting the last two weeks while enjoying a latte…
Tag: Poetry
Special Request… for Valentine’s Day
I am making a special request this year… before Valentine’s Day. I would like to receive a poem from my Valentine this year.
To Hope
No explanation for this poem, just watching the Mediterranean Sea and the wind and pondering…
Ready, Set, Believe
I wrote this poem after we had spent half a day with Tamara, our Russian guide, in Moscow touring the Kremlin, Red Square, Lenin’s Tomb, and the Russian Crown Jewels.
DNA Proofs
The wintry weather in Texas is making me think about the former Soviet Union and our life some years ago. I remember that period as the “best and worst of times.” I wrote the poem below in St. Petersburg.
Every Word
Every Word Every word I write, I engrave upon your heart, that you will see the hidden person of me without form of beauty, without benefit of education, without power of possession, without significance of fame. Every word I write, I engrave upon your heart that you will know what I reveal, what I conceal,…
The Door
The Door I stumble up the stairway to the harbor of your heart. The light within, shining from the window of your eyes, draws me deeper. Breathless and trembling, I tap at the entrance. Will you fling wide the door And sweep me to your heart?
Language to the Poet
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. –W. H. Auden
Rain Today
We are in Florida, stealing away for a few days of respite. It rained today. I love the rain. I posted this poem sometime ago, but am re-posting. I guess it is how I feel today with the rain.
haiku: language to a writer
**************** Language to a writer is rare–each word like cellared, reserved wine. ******************* The writer plummets the river of language for nugget and gemstone.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 