I Poet

Rowena Collins, my first and second grade teacher, loved her class so much that she moved up a grade at the Westside Elementary School. Miss Collins loved us and poetry. She read poems out loud and sent poems home in scrapbooks we made throughout the school year. In that scrapbook is my first poem ever pencilled in rhyme on wide lined newsprint paper.

Fast forward fifteen years, I started my first poetry journal. Studied in earnest eight years later. I was seeking deeper reflection on life, love and nature. Workshopped with such masters as Robert Bly, Stanley Kunitz and Thomas McGrath.

who can write the moon

how it shines in winter sky

I’ll give it a try


dVerse prompt on why I write poetry tho I seldom ever rhyme

Currently on a road trip and writing on cell phone

I Poet

4 thoughts on “I Poet

    1. Robert Bly took us out walking and would have us sit and write. We sat at the feet of the master and translated a poem by Ponge. Did object poems one day and the object was an orange. One day on the beach we watched a fish die in the sun.


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