Both Ways

I had typed out my reason for choosing this particular small poem for today’s blog and thought it rather good, then, poof, it disappeared. I haven’t the slightes idea what I did to send it off to wherever such things go in this computer when they go, poof.
The following poem is one of the first [...]

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Street Shadow

In my comment to Jckaufman, my real life son—there is a Bob, an Al and others who are dear to me, something akin to sons—I wrote that I do not write poety for reward. Then why did I feel so pleased when the following poem gained an honorable mention in a state-wide contest in Pennsylvania [...]

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IF I

As I wrote in yesterday’s blog, I am, little by little, going to carve from my autobiography, bits of me in poetry. Without explanation, I leave you with. . .
If I, in my old age should be
lost in pleasant reverie,
please don’t ask of me
why I sometimes concentrate
on things you cannot see.
I may see a flight [...]

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Enlightenment

Many years ago, while still a member of the Mennonite church, my husband and I spent a delightful evening in the home of a Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, artist. A series of paintings depicting the life of Jesus hung on the walls of his studio. The beautifully-rendered work fascinated me. Even as I admired his skill, something [...]

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You Are Not Alone

Edgar A. Guest. A poet of the common, everyday people and for the common, everyday people.
Among my many poetry books, I cherish a 1934 volume of Mr. Guest’s poetry. Don’t worry Barbara Kaufman Boyer, the book is yours, but not just yet. I’ve a few things I plan on doing before you lay claim to [...]

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Thank You Doctor

When my grandson, Justin, first suggested I tell my readers more about who I am and so forth, I found myself at a loss for words, so decided to allow my work to do the job for me. I think today’s blog should help to do just that, but first, a bit of explanation: I [...]

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About Poetry

As usual, this morning I rolled out of bed, feeling fine and looking forward to the day ahead of me. Still felt like I could take on the world after seeing to the needs of my two cats and my scamp of a Scamp, ShihTzu, but then, didn’t I have to go and read the morning [...]

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Souls, Do We Really Need Them?

In spite of the fact that Genesis, Chapter 2, verse 7 was misinterpreted to read “soul” instead of “a living body”, fundamental Christians believe and teach that each human being is born with an indestructible soul which, after death and “saved”, goes directly to God in heaven—if not saved, to [...]

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Eros Is Not Choosy

I hadn’t the faintest idea of what to choose for today’s Meander With Me, until I chanced upon the following poem. The Sunday newspaper did nothing much to lift my somewhat low spirits, caused by the utter shock of having viewed my naked body in the bathroom after having shed my warm fleecy robe for something of lighter [...]

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Why Do I Remember Laura

I wish I could shake, once and for all, the unwelcome wisp of memory I have of a girl about fourteen years old, my age when we first met. During the summer, fall and early winter months of 1934, I lived with my Uncle John and Aunt Nellie Sickafoose on their farm near Magnolia, Ohio.
Everything about [...]

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