Observations

Reacting, reflecting on the world around me is part of the poetic urge. If I look at the hillside, burning with autumn hues, words form in my mind, then take shape on paper (or more likely, the screen). Seeing a full moon, anticipating an eclipse shrouded by rain clouds on an October night––what comes to mind? Perhaps hobgoblins, perhaps black cats, (who knows?) for a poem often shapes itself independent of the initial thought.

The crisp air of autumn, fall’s invigorating scent, invite a scene to write itself in my mind. In turn that may be married to events afar and brought together in unusual ways. Since I have an artist’s eye, my thoughts are visual in nature. After the initial inspiration some logic may be imposed upon the whole; reflecting on reflection.

Turning on a newscast or picking up a newspaper brings the world to eye and ear. What happens, near or far has both an emotional and intellectual impact on my creative muse. A poem may follow, borrowing a word or phrase, or simply following the inspiration of the events.

The loves and sorrows the gains and losses of family and friends cause me to think of those persons and their experiences. A poem helps me express my empathy, compassion or joy.