“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” — Rainer Maria Rilke What sets the spring-blue sky’s poetic meter? Yellow daisies, ladybugs, rosebuds, butterflies, and lazy, breezy, dreamy afternoons. —C.L. Fisher, April 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher andContinue reading “Syncopation”
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Wings
“There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.” — Gustave Flaubert Held on an island, trapped in autumn’s thatch of memory, waiting for spring, sheer poetry. —C.L. Fisher, March 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used,Continue reading “Wings”
The Child
… Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.” —A.A. Milne She waits in the shadows, timid and quiet, imaginative, but when I encounter a bright daisy, walk past a welcoming willow, gaze into a beckoning blueContinue reading “The Child”
A Crimson Remembrance
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,… — from *In Flanders Fields by John McCrae The lime from fallen mortar, a remnant from when too many young men died fighting another war that became remembrance, fed the poppies in Flanders Fields, and the red, a deep red tinged in black, in rows and rows ofContinue reading “A Crimson Remembrance”
The Rose
A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain –speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. – William Carlos Williams The rose holds ribboned metaphor, sharpened imagery, hued simile, as a bud or in full bloom, summer peach, wild crimson, or rush of blushing pink, a rose, just as a rose is…Continue reading “The Rose”
Poetry
It begins with a few words, a blinking cursor or the initial drops of ink settling on a cool, new page, a willingness to share — to bleed or scream, to sob or sing, to bite or sting, to be raw or wrap it in form, the trappings of a sonnet or villanelle, a Haiku,Continue reading “Poetry”
Retreats
“Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables A mighty peace I carry, images stitched together one memory at a time, calm places I go to when everythingContinue reading “Retreats”
A Poet’s Release
Unraveling words that speak, an exhalation that saves me before suffocating in the thick folds of life…what I can’t escape becomes like woolen drapes enclosing a cramped space, and I stare into that darkness until some part of me breaks, a release that pulls me out into the airy translucence of sun where all poetryContinue reading “A Poet’s Release”
Blank Page
This empty space, a white light reminding me to write something, express some thought, forge a poem by linking words to form an image, evoke a memory, connect emotion to some bright spot of my everyday, but this morning the curser blinks incessantly, and I sit, uninspired, and that becomes my only offering. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “Blank Page”
Poets
Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance. — Carl Sandburg There are poets because pain and joy are intangible but real, manifestations that can sometimes sound like mud or feel like purple. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and mayContinue reading “Poets”
Poetic Meanderings 