I started writing poetry when I was nine years old. My mother had friends who were poets, my aunts wrote poetry, and I had wonderful teachers in school who not only wrote poetry but promoted poetry. Also, I had friends who enjoyed “playing with words.” Writing poetry seemed natural.
Many of my themes deal with nature; however, I also have written about issues concerning the range of human experience, including joy, love, and desperation.
A Poem, a Rhyme, a Riddle, a Pun.
On Growing Older Together:
Gray Matter
P. A. Hammill
It should not be of graver matter
That our heads have grayer matter.
Let’s love the matter left inside
And what is outside should not matter!
Vocabulary Drill
P.A. Hammill
Abstruse: Difficult to understand: Recondite
Recondite: Difficult to understand: Abstruse
I tried to understand
But finally said ”It is no use!
The wisest men in all the land
Would say this is abstruse!”
Why one meaning for two words?
It just does not seem right.
“Vertebrata Aves”are now called “Birds!”
I say it’s recondite!
to read Patricia’s poem,“SYMPHONY OF WIND” – click here
Wonderful! Thanks for sharing!