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The Poetry Hen
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I thought this day would never come, but it has.
Although poetry yet springs eternal... and the nest
seems ever to be filled... all things have a course to run,
and Blue House has reached the end-course ribbon, and
finally broken through. Does that mean the poetry
stops? Of course not.
Where do the words come from?
How many times can you describe a sunset, or a heartache,
or a trembling joy? The answer is 'never enough', because
each experience is unique. The poet wakes, the awareness
kicks in, and as the mind opens, the words begin to
knit themselves in new ways. The hen sits
on the nest... and the poems appear. That
process will not end. For any of you.
This has been a wonderful eight year run. It's
been a joyful experience to receive your words every
other month, allowing me to fashion picture frames for
their presentation. As the years rolled by, the words
kept coming... from me... from all of you... and the
words go on, for words have a will of their own, and
continue to bubble up. Once a wordsmith develops a
rhythm of his or her own, it's like a well that never
runs dry, or a hen that continues to lay her eggs
faithfully...because it's simply in her.
The truth is...I'm tired.
Simply that.
I've recently rediscovered my interest in colored
drawings... picture poems... and it's become a deep
source of relaxation, very different from the way one can
shade meaning with words. Images just are. I like that.
I continue to write, just not as frantically.
But because I draw daily, one of the things I've decided
to
forego is creating Blue House every two months. I need a bit
more space than I used to... but I know that each and every
writer here has appeared in other corners of the web,
and will continue to do so.
I have only the deepest gratitude for all you've shared
with me...eight years of delightful words which will continue
on the net in the Blue House Archives-- all forty seven issues.
That poetry hen will keep laying... so spread
your gifts around.
The world is a saner, more imaginative, and more
of a feeling place because you express yourself in whatever
ways you've been endowed by the Creator, and I thank you.....
from the bottom of my heart.
"ruffledpanties"
~(Karen Corcoran Dabkowski)
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