THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER OPERATIONAL. PLEASE ENJOY WHAT IS HERE, AND DO LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU WISH. NORTH CAROLINA'S NEW POET LAUREATE IS CATHY SMITH BOWERS. SHE WILL SOON HAVE HER OWN WEBSITE THROUGH THE NORTH CAROLINA ARTS COUNCIL SITE. I WILL BE SHIFTING MY ATTENTION TO HERE, WHERE I AM, (SEE SIDEBAR)USING IT TO DRAW ATTENTION TO WRITERS WHOSE WORK DESERVES ATTENTION. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT ME THERE. For a video of the installation ceremony, please go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xAk6fOzaNE.
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
This comment came from Marcia Long in response to my post of John York's poem, "Naming the Constellations." The "simple, meager" poem that Marcia describes is not at all meager. Its simplicity is that of haiku, and I particularly love the simmering pines, remembering how the pines I grew up among smelled, especially on hot days. Walking in the woods was my favorite past-time, next to reading. Marcia could play with lineation to enhance the poem's mood and rhythm.
I am a high school English teacher and a fan or yours. I thoroughly enjoyed John's poem, especially the line "a way to walk in our ancestors’ boots." The woods here in NC inspire me like the constellations inspire John. I love to walk my dogs and just sit and stare at the sky and the towering pines and imagine how our ancestors walked among these same trees so many years ago.
The following is a simple, meager poem, written in praise of my "spot":
These woods embrace me with the warm, sweet smell of simmering pines, whose branches have an old, old story to tell.
------------------ Anyone have any suggestions for Marcia as to how to work in some line-breaks? It might be interesting to compare results! And I'm hoping that Marcia will begin to write some more about that old, old story the pines have to tell.
I've lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina since 1968, though I'm a native of SW Georgia. My paternal grandmother was born in the Blue Ridge, and I grew up wanting to live here. Where I am.
I've published five collections of poetry, the most recent 4 being with LSU Press, and have published poetry in magazines ranging from The Atlantic Monthly to Appalachian Heritage. But I also hike, bang pots and pans around in my kitchen, and love several dogs who leave fur all over my carpets. I write poetry because it's my way of singing back to the world both within and without.