Mar27 a poem begins. Posted on March 27, 2019 by beth Standard a poem begins with a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. — happy birthday, robert frost – born march 1874 — image credit: maurice shapiro – woodland sketch Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Jan18 between. Posted on January 18, 2019 by beth Standard “i simply do not distinguish between work and play.” -mary oliver — r.i.p. mary oliver, one of my favorite poets – i agree. — image credit: alice boughton, Teachers and kindergarten students Warm-toned Gelatin Silver Print unmounted 1910 USA Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...