I lost last week.
Do you ever experience those segments of time when the hours seem to simply float on to nowhere leaving you behind, alone?
Do you ever feel that you cannot even get motivated enough to be progressive, or to even care whether you are or not?
Last week got away from me. I hate when that happens. Blue isn’t just a beautiful colour.
The up side is Spring is taking hold here now. The birds are singing and building nests, some already feeding their young. Buds are beginning to swell, although at my home on a higher landscape the snow is not completely gone. This week is expected to be rainy some days, so that will take the last of the snow away. Good, I say!
Now to the main topic of my post … Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)
She was a melancholy person and became very reclusive. Are you familiar with any of Emily Dickinson’s poetry? I didn’t know much about her or her writing, but awhile ago I came across one of her poems and I liked it so much I thought perhaps you would enjoy it on You Tube. Please take your time and watch it/listen to it several times to take it all in. Check it out: Emily Dickinson’s I started early
Y0u can read about her life here. It’s a very interesting article.
I used to write a lot of poetry, but haven’t written much the last many years except in an online challenge. For me, poetry seems to tap into a part of my being that nothing else can reach, and releases from my inner thought processes what nothing else seems able to do.
How do you feel about poetry? Do you enjoy it?
Which do you prefer – reading it or writing it? or do you enjoy equally reading and writing poetry?
Thanks for reading, and … Creative Musings!