I'm glad I got the opportunity to read it before you took it down, Suzanne. I've had your wee poem on my mind all day. It captured my attention because it was filled with the sounds of creation and because it skewed the usual view of motherhood balanced with writerhood by infusing the reader's mind with the sounds of writing rather than mothering and yet...the poem is a lullabye for the baby. Hush, baby, sleep while momma creates.
My experience has always been that in order to be a good, successful, effective, loving attentive parent, an individual must be happy in their own life. Kids are sharp. They sense unhappiness and discord even if it isn't openly, actively expressed. So a writer who is also a mother (of is that a mother who is also a writer...) who finds time to write has got to be one happy mommy-writer (or writer-mommy).
Incidentally, I've begun reading Spring Tide and have been carrying that lovely line about lighting candles for the living in my head since last night. Like Jen Tyne's line about the different ways of looking through a window, your line will probably live inside of me for a very long time. Thank you for that.
I thought I saw the meme, but now it's gone! Poof!
Anyways, I will spend the weekend with Spring Tide! Looking forward to it. I very much like the foreword re: plain and dense language. Suzanne, the first poems I've read are lovely, quite stunning. I have started at the beginning. I am pondering the emotive and the intellectual in poetry. "A Friend Asks, What's to Forgive" is with me, long after I read it. Oh, "Mermaid" too! Thanks for this.
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clang, rattle, crinkle. i like that. :)
happy thinking, writing, scratching out, editing in. m
I'm glad I got the opportunity to read it before you took it down, Suzanne. I've had your wee poem on my mind all day. It captured my attention because it was filled with the sounds of creation and because it skewed the usual view of motherhood balanced with writerhood by infusing the reader's mind with the sounds of writing rather than mothering and yet...the poem is a lullabye for the baby. Hush, baby, sleep while momma creates.
My experience has always been that in order to be a good, successful, effective, loving attentive parent, an individual must be happy in their own life. Kids are sharp. They sense unhappiness and discord even if it isn't openly, actively expressed. So a writer who is also a mother (of is that a mother who is also a writer...) who finds time to write has got to be one happy mommy-writer (or writer-mommy).
Incidentally, I've begun reading Spring Tide and have been carrying that lovely line about lighting candles for the living in my head since last night. Like Jen Tyne's line about the different ways of looking through a window, your line will probably live inside of me for a very long time. Thank you for that.
Neener, neener neeeener, I saw it!
Been hungry for new work from you little sister.
was it a sneak peak of #7?
:-)
Hey, I missed the poem!
I thought I saw the meme, but now it's gone! Poof!
Anyways, I will spend the weekend with Spring Tide! Looking forward to it. I very much like the foreword re: plain and dense language. Suzanne, the first poems I've read are lovely, quite stunning. I have started at the beginning. I am pondering the emotive and the intellectual in poetry. "A Friend Asks, What's to Forgive" is with me, long after I read it. Oh, "Mermaid" too! Thanks for this.
Suzanne,
Change the "quite stunning" above to "utterly stunning."
You'll never know how much your kind words meant to me, ALL of them, I've been having a terrible week. Thanks, you & you & you...xo
terrible week - sorry to hear that suzanne. mine was better than the last. i hope your next week will be better than this one. take care, m x
Thanks, Michi.
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