
illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
the wind and the sea
batter me – sting my skin – burn my eye
clear sky : same sea scrolls
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
05 Jun 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, stormy sky Tags: batter me, burn my eye, clear sky, illustrator, Marcin Piwowarski, same sea scrolls, sting my skin, stormy sky, the wind and the sea

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
the wind and the sea
batter me – sting my skin – burn my eye
clear sky : same sea scrolls
24 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in lonliness and silence, Poetry Tags: darkness on roots, like rain on petals, lonliness and silence, lonliness touches my thighs, Marcin Piwowarski, my cells to eternity, my love, push my breaths, quiver, scrunch my toes, shine my nails, silence resurrects me, sun on stems

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
loneliness and silence
loneliness and silence…
resurrect me
like rain on petals
sun
on stems
darkness
on roots.
loneliness and silence…
touch my thighs
they quiver
touch my toes
they scrunch
touch my nails
they shine.
loneliness and silence…
push my breaths
to heaven
push my love
to space
push my cells
to eternity.
04 Dec 2018 1 Comment
in auras, Poetry Tags: auras, holds the aura, Marcin Piwowarski, moves your soul, sometimes the cello, to another plane, where it dances solo

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
sometimes the cello
holds the aura
moves your soul
to another plane
where it dances solo
22 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in dreams, reality and fantasy, Poetry Tags: Donald Hall, dream with the moon, dreams, Every good poet in the world has written only a few terrific poems, grow up with the sun, Marcin Piwowarski, reality and fantasy, spread the light on real talents

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
!
dream with the moon and
grow up with the sun-spread the
light on real talents!
!
Donald Hall
born in Hamden, Connecticut (1928), who once said, “Every good poet in the world has written only a few terrific poems.”
At 89 years old, he longer writes poetry. “Not enough testosterone,” he says. Instead, he’s turned to prose: his last book is collection called Essays After Eighty (2014). Starting the book was simple. He said, “One day I looked out the window and began writing about being an old man looking out the window at the year going by.”
Hall was educated at Exeter, where he played softball with visiting poet Robert Frost, whom Hall remembers as “a spoiled brat,” even though Frost was 79 years old at the time. It was at Exeter that Donald Hall decided to become a writer. He’d been enamored of horror movies as a kid, which led him to reading Edgar Allan Poe, and trying to write like Poe, but at 14, he befriended some Yale students who kept mentioning a poet named T.S. Eliot. He says: “I saved up my allowance and bought the little blue, cloth-covered collected Eliot for two dollars and fifty cents and I was off. I decided that I would be a poet for the rest of my life and started by working at poems for an hour or two every day after school. I never stopped.”
Donald Hall’s books of poetry include Exiles and Marriages (1955), The Yellow Room (1971), Kicking the Leaves (1978), The One Day (1988), and Old and New Poems (1990). He’s a former U.S. poet laureate.
21 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Ellen Hinsey-poet, Inventory, Marcin Piwowarski, my son taught the grands, to keep only the needed, while my fiery hair throws gifts

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski
My son taught the grands
to keep only the needed
while my fiery hair
throws gifts
Ellen Hinsey-poet
“Contrary to a generally held view, poetry is a very powerful tool because poetry is the conscience of a society. […] No individual poem can stop a war — that’s what diplomacy is supposed to do. But poetry is an independent ambassador for conscience: It answers to no one, it crosses borders without a passport, and it speaks the truth. That’s why … it is one of the most powerful of the arts.”
12 Nov 2015 1 Comment
in Opinions Tags: are silent, divine flood of light goes out, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, fear opinions, flow into our souls, hesitate to tell the truth, Marcin Piwowarski, POpinions
Elizabeth Cady Stanton said:
“The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others
and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us,
and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak,
the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.”