I Almost Missed It

poetryPoetry Month 2015 is almost over and I haven’t done a thing about it.

I tried to read you a poem on audio a few minutes ago but it didn’t work well.  I had to read and scroll at the same time and it just doesn’t work well.  Perhaps I’ll try again another day with the poem in hand, a good old fashioned hard copy.

Being read to is a wonderful thing.  Reading aloud some of the great works is a good second.

About a year ago I learned about a new sort of poem and started to write a few.  You will find the beginning of my “Tanka” efforts in my earliest blogs on Word Press.

I haven’t heard any good, new poetry lately.  I’m sure it exists but it’s just not something you hear much of any more.  The great musicals were filled with poetry but those are a thing for the rich who can afford tickets to the theatre so most of us are seldom exposed.

I wonder why we have lost poetry.

Where do you find it?  Are you looking?  When was the last time you read yourself a poem or read one to someone else?

Sometime before May arrives see if you can find a little poem in your heart and share it with us here.

Another Tanka for you!

Hear the ballad song

It cries to the open hearts 

It whispers feelings

Tormented and suffering

Longing for revolution.

More ideas for poetry month.

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About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises, I work as an "Associate Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and soon to be, spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 20 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. My own passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director. I am studying with the Ontario Jubilee Program. This new field I believe puts all my talents with people into one place which and may​ become something I can continue into retirement. Supporting people is what I do best. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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