Showing posts from April, 2016

As Lovely As A Tree

The poet, Joyce Kilmer wrote the following poem:  TREES I think that I shall never see  A poem lovely as a tree.    A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed  Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;    A tree that looks at God all day,  And lifts her leafy arms to pray;    A tree that may in Summer wear  A nest of robins in her hair;    Upon whose bosom snow has lain;  Who intimately lives with rain.    Poems are made by fools like me,  But only God can make a tree.    I love trees...the following is a photo essay of the old Ironwood tree outside our local library. She is such a lovely creature! The pictures speak louder than any words I could write.   Enjoy! For more information on Ironwood trees (also known as American Hornbeam) check out this link:

National Poetry Month

April is here and one of the things I like best, besides spring flowers, is that it is National Poetry Month, which means I participate in the Poem-a-day challenge on the Poetic Asides site . Robert Lee Brewer is the editor of Poetic Asides. Each morning, he gives the participants in the challenge a prompt to inspire their writing.  He has a gift for giving prompts that really get the old brain cells churning first thing in the morning! As I have done in other Poem-a-day challenges, I am sharing some of poems with you.  CELTIC TRIUNE  innocence with red curls  magically grown to bear  a nation of beauties  until wizened, only eyes  show what is essential  MISREPRESENTATION    His note  short  three words  I miss you  Her reply  florid  heart opened  I am yours  His mistake  thinking  he won  this precious prize  Her choice  leaving  heart broken  wiser beyond words    All poems © 2016 Linda M. Rhinehart Neas

Blustery Day

By blmurch - wikimedia commons I remember reading to my girls the Winnie the Pooh books.  They loved hearing about the blustery day.  I used the word recently to describe the crazy, windy weather we are having of late.  It was received with a look of, "What did you just say?"  I quickly added that the wind was so strong to which the other person smiled and said, "Oh, yes it is!" Am I getting so old that I know use words that the younger generation do not understand?  Is vocabulary going the way of cursive handwriting and tête -à- tête s?  As a lover of words, I want to start a movement to resurrect words like blustery, rutabaga, peregrine and goluptious.  Yes, I know I can say windy, turnip, hawk and delightful, but the other words roll off the tongue with such delight! I mean, they are totally ambrosial! Besides, using words that have several syllables helps the old brain cells from failing because you have to think before you say them!  What are your