ASIN: B009ACJBU4
Publisher: unknown
Pages: 52
I started writing poetry as a teenager because it was a clever game, matching rhyme and meter, filling pages with epic tales told in four-line stanzas of rhymed couplets (none of which will ever see the light of day, I pray). It turned into a coping mechanism, and those poems especially have been lost to the ages. The passing of the years has afforded me the time to study the work of great poets, revealing to me the freedom in a line of verse not stuck to a rhyme or even a meter, but inherently rhythmic – musical – without arbitrary restraint, but still within the bounds of its own making. And so I write for the love of the word, of the phrase, of capturing a thought or feeling in a line the same way I capture a moment with a photo. If you are a reader of my site, you have seen some (but not all!) of these poems posted there. This book is the first of what I hope to be many ...
