Sometimes I just get lucky as in this case. I took my camera to a local park while on my lunch break yesterday. One end of the park attracts butterflies, primarily Swallowtails, Monarch, Mourning Cloak and lots of Skippers. This beautiful Swallowtail was flying to within arms length of me, turning and then coming back. Finally, it settled down on a bush mere feet away. With my zoom macro lens, I was able to capture a few frames of this sublime beauty. It was as if she wanted my attention and then posed for me. Would that all these beautiful creatures be so cooperative. I hope you enjoy the photo!
Sublime Swallowtail by Rick Stephen
Clouds in Sepia Tone – Rick Stephen
This Life Apart- by Rick Stephen
This Life Apart
as raindrops fall
and echoes down
the empty halls
Of a mind forlorn,
too numb to see
what life holds,
what could still be
His senses dulled
life became gray
yet he stumbles on
day after day
Without human touch,
his heart’s grown cold
and though still young
he feels so sold
So out of touch
with his own soul
he doesn’t know
he’s no longer whole
Even if he could,
he wouldn’t start
having grown to need
this life apart
The Ramblings of a Poetic Fool Now Available for Kindle!
I’m happy to announce that my book, “The Ramblings of a Poetic Fool”, is now available for Kindle! That means you can enjoy my poems anywhere on your smartphone, tablet or computer using the Kindle Reader app. If you’ve hesitated or been unable to buy the print version of my book, at $2.99, I think it’s a real steal. You can see and buy the Kindle version here. Give it a look. I hope you will enjoy it and leave a review on the Amazon website. Thanks so much for reading!
Just Sharing An Excellent Article on Sylvia Plath
This article was one of several in the Poetry Foundation’s latest newsletter. You can sign up to receive their bi-weekly newsletter and other newsletters here, if you wish. I’d encourage you to do so, if you love poetry. They’re great resources!
Childhood Daze – Photograph and Poem by Rick Stephen
Look within yourselves …
You are stronger than you know and the strength you need is within you. Do you believe that? When I get frustrated, feel inadequate, unsupported, feel like quitting … sometimes just feeling sorry for myself, I try to remind myself of this quote by Charles Bukowski.
I’m not saying that at times we don’t need friends or even help, surely we do. Life can be overwhelming. I’m just saying that, more often than not, we sell ourselves short. We’re far stronger and more capable than we give ourselves credit for. Frankly, I doubt thought most of us have any idea how strong we really are. Don’t give in, find out!
Just some food for thought.
The Virtuoso by Rick Stephen
She plays me
as one would
a priceless violin
soft and supple,
caress fragile heartstrings
and her bow
with perfect touch
a magnificent melody
of broken strings left
by the less gifted
or less caring before her
playing me as I am
yet finding the notes,
that bring forth music
in the timbre of my soul
April is National Poetry Month!
April is National Poetry Month in the US. It is the largest literary celebration in the world, with tens of millions of readers, students, K-12 teachers, librarians, booksellers, literary events curators, publishers, bloggers, and, of course, poets marking poetry’s important place in our culture and our lives. If you don’t happen to live in the US, it doesn’t matter. You can celebrate poetry wherever you are. Poetry is a universal thing that knows no national boundaries!
You can read more about National Poetry Day, why it’s important and how you can participate by clicking here. In fact, here are 30 Ways to Celebrate National Poetry Month. Do something to enhance your life. Make poetry a regular part of it!
Cupid’s Miscue by Rick Stephen
My love I found when young and stupid,
an easy target for a careless Cupid
Who never did take the blame
for the results of his errant aim
A lovely lass and a handsome guy
each having caught the other’s eye
Went not unseen, so Cupid’s arrow flew,
found her heart and true love grew
And having little time to waste
his next shot made with reckless haste
Turning, drawing, the arrow flew
this time though his aim not true
Cupid then left without a care
to find and match another pair
Not waiting long enough to see
his arrow miss and then strike me
Leaving she and I both standing there
the victims of his grievous error
With hopes for love looking grim
since I love her and she, him