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Segments of Time in Poetry and Rhyme
By the time I was ten years-old I had moved ten times in ten years over 4,000 miles. By the age of seventeen, another 24,000 miles had been added to the clock. The late teens began to feel reasonably settled at Queen Anne High School in Seattle, Washington. However, the echoes of change and a life of uncertainty rumbled stealth-like under the surface of clam waters and it was in poetry, the harmony of words in sympathy that helped me put the disorder of my thoughts into order of logic in expression through the sympathetic dance of words.
And it was an assignment in English class that led me to the magic and the marriage of word and rhyme in sorting out the ultimate simplicity of expression by pushing and pulling thoughts into order of rhythmical concordance.
My first effort, and the first poem in this collection, was "Segments of Time"—the name I inscribed in Gothic Script on a 5 X 8” black book with blank white pages. Those pages are now yellowed with time from their journey with me to Ireland, England, Spain, Germany, Italy and Boston—as a professional singer and eternal student. I lost count of the miles long ago. "Segments of Time" has been with me in marriage, childbirth, parental loss, divorce, and the death of parents and friends.
One searches for love, endures disappointment, struggles with the opposing forces of our dichotomous natures, celebrates birth, mourns death, dreams, and reflects. Occasionally I would find that the only way to try to make sense of these emotions was to assimilate them into the flowing form of rhythm and rhyme. Images and words have come when I least expected them, sometimes even in dreams:
And they’ll be right here as part of me,
Stored up in the banks of my mind,
And they’ll be right here if you want to see,
Some little segments of time.
And it was an assignment in English class that led me to the magic and the marriage of word and rhyme in sorting out the ultimate simplicity of expression by pushing and pulling thoughts into order of rhythmical concordance.
My first effort, and the first poem in this collection, was "Segments of Time"—the name I inscribed in Gothic Script on a 5 X 8” black book with blank white pages. Those pages are now yellowed with time from their journey with me to Ireland, England, Spain, Germany, Italy and Boston—as a professional singer and eternal student. I lost count of the miles long ago. "Segments of Time" has been with me in marriage, childbirth, parental loss, divorce, and the death of parents and friends.
One searches for love, endures disappointment, struggles with the opposing forces of our dichotomous natures, celebrates birth, mourns death, dreams, and reflects. Occasionally I would find that the only way to try to make sense of these emotions was to assimilate them into the flowing form of rhythm and rhyme. Images and words have come when I least expected them, sometimes even in dreams:
And they’ll be right here as part of me,
Stored up in the banks of my mind,
And they’ll be right here if you want to see,
Some little segments of time.
71 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 10, 2015
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