Day 51 – April 8th
Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own. ~Salvatore Quasimodo
I studied English as an undergraduate. I loved analyzing novels and plays. I could always find an angle, an area of interest that I could sink my teeth into and expand on.
Poetry was beyond me and I always had to work harder to find a point of reference, a thread of interest or even a shred of meaning!
Recently a friend published a book of poetry and although poetry and I have never had an easy relationship I found myself looking forward to getting a copy of her book and reading her thoughts and words.
I was very pleasantly surprised when I did receive my copy. I found myself ‘getting’ the poems contained between the covers. Better still, I found myself liking the poems, returning to the book at different times and enjoying what the pages had to offer anew.
I am very pleased to have a talented poet as a friend and as I looked through the various different postings on Facebook today I was delighted to come across the following poem. As I had just sat down from making cookies and banana bread this poem seemed to speak to me. So todays photo was of my beautiful friends poem.