March 2015

I figured I’d wait until the Ides of March passed and the luck of the Irish filled the air before sidling up to my computer to look for answers, or questions. I don’t know about you, but I can get lost in time and space with this endeavor. You try this, discard that, assemble another connection, search for an opening, and ignite the flame.

I love to find a line of poetry, a verse, a song that distills an idea, provokes, inspires. Poets know the secret of the appeal to our senses. By the power of figurative language, Hughes gifts the reader in this poem with an image that haunts and taunts, delivering the essence of the thought.  Read More »