If I Lost You more than anything I would miss the sound of your voice—
its tone when you greeted me with your smiling eyes as you walked through our kitchen door
by Lori Lipsky
The Knitter to show her love she knit him a sweater praying as she worked with size two needles bless the man who wears this sweater with health, respect, riches and love throughout his lifetime He tried it on to be polite then tossed the perfect-fit on a rear closet shelf— Months after he’d disposed of the knitter he donated the never-worn sweater, and now hours of knitted prayers await the man who hunts for love on a Goodwill rack *** by Lori Lipsky photo: DonNichols/istockphoto I'm pleased to announce I'll be one of the featured readers this Sunday, February 16, taking part in the Winter Festival of Poetry, sponsored by the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. You are cordially invited to attend. Free at 2pm at The Fountain of Madison, 122 State Street, Madison, Wisconsin. Also participating on Sunday will be former WI Poet Laureate, Marilyn Taylor, and Shoshauna Shy.
Next Saturday I could read the lyrics of Yeats sing a Schubert song listen to Mozart’s Magic Flute view the Rembrandt exhibit I could read treasured letters collected over the years, share a meal with cherished friends visit a gorgeous rose garden But if I owned the freedom to choose my selection, based on love would save the rest for another time and leave Saturday for you ******** by Lori Lipsky
Friends and Family by Lori Lipsky Good friends of today become old friends, lost friends friends we haven't seen in twenty years, in forty years, but only death can separate family, and then, just for a time **********
My deepest sympathy to dear WP friend Resa on the loss of her beautiful mother. Resa wrote a lovely poem on a difficult day, which she shares over at Queen’s End. ~Lori
The Look by Sara Teasdale Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. ******* Lori's notes: Here's a poem by Sara Teasdale, the American lyrical poet who lived from 1884 until 1933. She experienced all sorts of health issues in childhood and a tragic end to her short life, but won significant writing awards in the middle and left behind some fine poems. The above (not one she's best known for) is a short, easy piece, or it may seem so on first reading. But after spending a few moments with it, there's more, isn't there? Have you known any women like the woman of this poem?
Poets.org (an American Academy of Poets site) is the place to go if you’re looking for a poet, a poem, or related biographies. It’s a terrific poetry-lovers site. Sometimes I enjoy going there to read stats. Stats can be great fun. Go ahead and try it out. Find out which poems are most popular and which poets are searched most often.