In my last blog post, I talked about why I had decided to organize Reborn and Other Versifications into three parts: Lost in the Dark, Through the Twilight, and Emerge in the Light. In that blog post, I described, in short, how writing poetry was integral to my healing process. In this blog post, I want to go into more detail about how writing poetry facilitated that healing process. I may not get through this in one post. So, please…..
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would one day be so bold as to publish a collection of poems. Over the span of my life, I was guilty of writing a poem now and then, usually sitting alone in some bar, pen in hand, scribbling away on a napkin. Such poems were inspired by the moment and not given too much thought. A couple were gems that I held on to; but, most were destined for…..
When I was growing up in SW Pennsylvania, poetry was nursery rhymes, children’s songs, and crude limericks told around the playground or in the hallway at school. In middle school and high school, I became acquainted with Lord Byron, William Wordsworth, and Emily Dickenson. My eleventh grade English teachers even went so far as to teach us about meter and forced us to memorize several of the classics. I thought Edgar Allen Poe was worthy of my consideration, maybe because…..