The Waterfall: The town and its inherent noise, created by man are abhorrent to some, who find a calmness and peace in creation's louder rushing, tumbling, roaring waterfall. Twenty miles north of the city is a 50 acre wilderness with river,creek and pond, where I choose to live. My daughter wants a waterfall for the pond. Thomas Jefferson-"If we become piled upon one another in cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe."
I actually wrote a poem about this precise topic, Bobby, titled 'The Girl Who Fled the City', so I understand perfectly what you are talking about. I'm just glad that you and your daughter have escaped to some place where your souls could breathe.
...and our spirits rest. I'm glad you understand. Most people abhor the thought of living out here; especially women. Bought this land 50 years ago; I could see even then that the cities would become unlivable, though I wasn't able to build until 20 years ago. If you're ever in this backwater region of the States, drop by. You might want to stay a night or two; my wife's an excellent cook and you can use the upstairs suite: bedroom, bath, library and screened porch with ceiling fans-free for poets.
That's a very kind offer, Bobby, and I'd love to take you up on it because, to me, it sounds as close to heaven as one can get. Unfortunately, I had a health scare not so long ago, so now I'm just trying to get as many good poems written as I can, while I can. But who knows? These are a few lines from that poem I wrote - the one I was telling you about:
Those few lines capture so much of country living. Got to find and read this poem. I had a "massive" heart attack 3 years ago and I'm trying to do exactly what you are. God gave us these gifts, a more generous one to you, and I'm trying to reach as many people as possible with the Gospel along with other genres so I attract rather than repel readers. I'll pray for your health. Off to find your poem.
My favourite of these three poems is 'Details'. I love the wisdom of that sixth verse: "The truth is simple" ... "The details are infinite". That really appeals to me. I also like 'Mastery'. I read it carefully in The Chained Muse, and at the end of it I couldn't help thinking of what James Joyce said when he had condensed the whole history of mankind into Finnegans Wake. He said: "I know very little. I am still a student." But a very remarkable student indeed! ( One who knew his limits, his precise task, and didn't fail.) Fine poems, David. And a fine reading of them. Well done!
The Waterfall: The town and its inherent noise, created by man are abhorrent to some, who find a calmness and peace in creation's louder rushing, tumbling, roaring waterfall. Twenty miles north of the city is a 50 acre wilderness with river,creek and pond, where I choose to live. My daughter wants a waterfall for the pond. Thomas Jefferson-"If we become piled upon one another in cities, as in Europe, we shall become as corrupt as Europe."
I actually wrote a poem about this precise topic, Bobby, titled 'The Girl Who Fled the City', so I understand perfectly what you are talking about. I'm just glad that you and your daughter have escaped to some place where your souls could breathe.
...and our spirits rest. I'm glad you understand. Most people abhor the thought of living out here; especially women. Bought this land 50 years ago; I could see even then that the cities would become unlivable, though I wasn't able to build until 20 years ago. If you're ever in this backwater region of the States, drop by. You might want to stay a night or two; my wife's an excellent cook and you can use the upstairs suite: bedroom, bath, library and screened porch with ceiling fans-free for poets.
That's a very kind offer, Bobby, and I'd love to take you up on it because, to me, it sounds as close to heaven as one can get. Unfortunately, I had a health scare not so long ago, so now I'm just trying to get as many good poems written as I can, while I can. But who knows? These are a few lines from that poem I wrote - the one I was telling you about:
She wished to wake and feel
the sensual sounds
of the living world that speaks to us
In a language of trees and waves;
so she did it,
she became the girl who fled the city.
Those few lines capture so much of country living. Got to find and read this poem. I had a "massive" heart attack 3 years ago and I'm trying to do exactly what you are. God gave us these gifts, a more generous one to you, and I'm trying to reach as many people as possible with the Gospel along with other genres so I attract rather than repel readers. I'll pray for your health. Off to find your poem.
My favourite of these three poems is 'Details'. I love the wisdom of that sixth verse: "The truth is simple" ... "The details are infinite". That really appeals to me. I also like 'Mastery'. I read it carefully in The Chained Muse, and at the end of it I couldn't help thinking of what James Joyce said when he had condensed the whole history of mankind into Finnegans Wake. He said: "I know very little. I am still a student." But a very remarkable student indeed! ( One who knew his limits, his precise task, and didn't fail.) Fine poems, David. And a fine reading of them. Well done!
Thank you!
I'm off to work on the next batch and flesh out the longer book form right now.