Sunday Blues
Sunday morning, soul sad an’ blue Singin’ a song an’ cryin’ some too. Sunday is foggy, a misty haze Sound of a bell from my growin’-up days. Church bells past call my soul to be still But most of the time they give me a chill. Clang! This is God! I drop […]
A Poetry Lesson

I learned a poetry lesson from a 14-year-old girl while she was in high school. Today she’s not in my life anymore, but I see on Facebook that she is a mother. Iambic Pentameter is poetry. Each line has five soft syllables, each one followed by a hard syllable: taDa, taDa, taDa, taDa, taDa. Iambic […]