Poetry Window

My poetry blog is Eat Poetry, although I’ve been pretty lax in posting lately. I should have some new posts towards the end of the week. Today here is my poetry window which hangs in the garden and will soon hold words. Lovingly,The Writing Nag

Woof Winners for June 26th

WOOF Contest – Top PicksPoetry Zorlone – “Under the pale moon” – Events that occur to our mortal lives have been witnessed by the light of the pale moon. A poetry challenge to myself, inspired by the words of Robin of Robin’s Nest. Dragon Blogger – “Doggy Day Dream” – Whimsical poem about what dogs… Continue reading Woof Winners for June 26th

Growing Old

If you haven’t seen these animated virtual movies on You Tube by Poetry Animations they’re quite good. There’s quite a few. More than 300. Here’s just a sampling.

RIP Farrah and Michael

It’s hard to write about such icons of my generation. When I first saw that Michael passed away my first thought was he couldn’t have because Farrah Fawcett just died. There are great tributes to both of these icons on the web today as well as in print. All the news channels did wonderful coverage… Continue reading RIP Farrah and Michael

A Cup of Joe

The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.“Over the Teacups” 1891 In my interview last week about Social Spark I noted that they needed to attract more food/beverage advertisers. I try to… Continue reading A Cup of Joe

Friends

I talk to him when I’m lonesome like; and I’m sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like… Continue reading Friends

To My Dear Father

“When a child is born, a father is born. A mother is born, too of course, but at least for her it’s a gradual process. Body and soul, she has nine months to get used to what’s happening. She becomes what’s happening. But for even the best-prepared father, it happens all at once. On the… Continue reading To My Dear Father

Having Imagination

Having imagination, it takes you an hour to write a paragraph that, if you were unimaginative, would take you only a minute. Or you might not write the paragraph at all. Franklin P. Adams, Half a Loaf, 1927 One of my list poems last week started with the line if only I had _______ than… Continue reading Having Imagination

I’m Not a Famous Blogger

I hope you stop by and read my interview this morning. Thanks Drew aka Ben Spark. I’ll be back this evening with a creative writing post. Now get back to work!