Sing oh my Soul at Turtle Creek

Poetry and Prose

When I set forth song

In caves of unbeing

Where humankind

Scroll images disbelief

What fire approximates

Along with bright creek stream

Turtles digging in the mud

Geese floating into cattails

Robins flittering into a grass

Beside my walk just ahead

I think back being trapped

Inside that cave unaware

Of opening to the sunlit air

I renounce eating insects

Crawling in darkness

Of this cave, an opening

Sought when I sang

Escaping oh my soul

Like David, like linage

Into the Fisherman from

Carpenter sought where

All had escaped to Loving

Bright, leaving Saul

In ghost flesh, no Holiness

His Spirit, not of Him

But Comforter, resilient

Oh my soul, like

Hawk circling outside

Cave opening into Stars

Conceived in Stary Night

Ah Vincent knew his vision

Recanted, brought forth

Again, trained, I in

Music mended, ladened

Bright in middle school

Ah seventh grade I knew

Bizzett dances in…

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Published by elgwyn

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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