Is there anything better than a carefully crafted collection of words working well together?
Well, actually, there is, and you can find it in the very last verse of Genesis chapter two. But we’ll not talk about that here, because it falls under the heading “God’s Wedding Present” — which we don’t discuss with strangers. (Although I do have to say that I have a really, really, REALLY great husband, who treats me very well.) My favorite verse in the entire Bible outside the Song of Solomon? Ahem! You know, um, I really couldn’t say. And if you happen to ask me about it, I’ll categorically deny ever having said anything along these lines.
Besides family, friends, and good food, is there anything more comforting that a good poem? Sometimes I think there really isn’t.
All my life, I have loved the sounds of mechanics of words fitting together. Studies in Latin, Spanish, and Portuguese along with some of the poetry of these beautiful languages have expanded my love of beautiful words.
Ironically, I wrote very little poetry until after I had already graduated from college. When my children were little, I used to write personalized poems for friends and family. I even managed to find a very understanding harp teacher who let me pay for lessons with poems for her family’s special occasions. That was an adventure for which I will always be grateful.
In the last twenty-some-odd years, I have explored several poetic forms, including sonnets, haiku, and free-form poems. I have a special fondness for acrostic sonnets and have written over a dozen of these, many of which I plan to post here.
Poems add beauty to our lives, as well as encapsulating great concepts in a form that is sometimes easier to remember than prose.
I am a wife and mother, a quiet woman who sometimes entertains “Poet Laureate” dreams. I’d like to say that I am striving to be the kind of “walk-the-walk Christian” that Jefferson Scott mentions in his blog. So, I’ll tell you up front that I am a woman of strong opinions, some of which you may not share. But, remembering Ruth Bell Graham’s quote “If we thought exactly the same about everything, one of us would not be necessary!” I’d like to beg your indulgence for the right to express my opinions freely so long as this is done in a respectful way, and I’ll gladly extend the same courtesy to you.
Oh, by the way, you can call me Gwennon. That is not my whole name. From the exact middle of my name, I have compressed my favorite letters together into this cool-sounding pen-name, which may sound a bit self-aggrandizing, for which I’ll simply beg poetic license.