My daughter asked me what my favorite quote was and I told
her I have too many to pick from. She told me to pick one and I did, then I asked
her what hers was … without missing a beat she said: “Words have no power to
impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” Wow! She told
me these were the words of Edgar Allan Poe. Sweet!
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
~Dead Poet's Society~
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
May 23, 2014
August 14, 2010
Of an Uncommon Measure

Her Uncommon Measure
Their choir filled the maple tree
Their fluting, too, the fir
And though they sang so beautifully
All I could hear was her
-jwm
Of the Poem:
The idea for this poem was inspired by an incident that transpired at the pool last Sunday.
There's a question I pose in the comments area ... I'd love to know your opinion of it (and the poem).
Their choir filled the maple tree
Their fluting, too, the fir
And though they sang so beautifully
All I could hear was her
-jwm
Of the Poem:
The idea for this poem was inspired by an incident that transpired at the pool last Sunday.
There's a question I pose in the comments area ... I'd love to know your opinion of it (and the poem).
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