A State of Mind

Category: Poetry

  • The Thing I do Best is Now the Thing I Do FIRST

    Shifting Priority I have decided to change my priority without worrying about inferiority or the ways of the majority. No longer will I pretend to put domestic concerns ahead of my life’s purpose — Writing! Back in the day any writing I did was secondary, or confined to the secretary’s desk. For a housewife back then…

  • A Word to the Wise

    Why Blog? All it takes to write in a Blog Is a Writer who is a Blogger and a Reader who reads Blogs. If someone is reading that Blog –even if the blog is about nothing then all the components are there: the Blogger blogs, and the Reader reads. And IF he is reading, and she is…

  • grand central station draft

    the grand central station of the universe souls of the travelers lost in time waiting eternally for their Lost Ones waiting for the other shoe to drop searching for the One that has come and gone taking along the tattered and lonely souls and broken hearts existing on the edge and biding their time in…

  • Generosity!!! Reblogged from Autumn Ambles … with The Bride

    Originally posted on Autumn Ambles: Abundance! No fairer lass there ever be Than Generosity, Her comeliness for all to see, Sans animosity – Patent felicity!  © Meanderings 2015

  • On Writing Poetry… with a nod to Miss Edwards

    I have always been a writer.  At age twelve, more or less, I wrote a novel.  Although I don’t recall any details of the plot, or characterization,  I do remember a name…Joyce Reena Phane.   That was to be my pen name, I believe.  To me that name was beautiful, and the very essence of…

  • Cycle of Red

    CYCLE OF RED Maple tree dressed in Red remember the warm days of Fall dream forward to Spring when new buds have unfolded and Green leaves look forward to Red.

  • Direct Line

    The Moon, far away as it is bright dims the brighter light of the stars My eye sight follows the path of that light passing the light-years between Knowing full well the facts of the Moonlight reflecting the light of the Sun, it nevertheless leads me to imagine that the Moon makes its own light…

  • Soul Reverie

    I like a rhyme that curls the toes and mists the brow telling a tale as fresh as tomorrow that comes in a dream but is real and chills the heat of the restless kiss, escaping a lover’s lips. Nothing spoken caresses the impact on the senses like a passionate poem with soul-filled stanzas I…

  • Namesake

    Some have a sailing ship named for them, with duly lauded verse Others have a baby relative named in their honor, for better or worse For me they named a hurricane Patricia…and I’m simply blown away (with apologies to Mexico…)

  • BRAIN WORKING

    (This poem is my first entry for the group MAGPIE TALES. http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/10/mag-290.html The inspiration is this drawing , No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock   BRAIN WORKING So many thoughts and images tangle and mingle and jiggle the senses Life in my brain is filled with riches and images, clearly vivid through lenses Here is…