The Book Has Already Been Written ...







Pigeonier near Chartres, France

The poetry and lines of prose have already been written. For a visual association, images of leaving, walking, and returning, have been purposefully placed.  Beyond words on pages,  I  realized there was so much more left to be told...so much wonder to behold.  It's what lies between the lines and beneath the telling that lingers on.

There are real stories of real lives, lived and died, tangled in a mesh of words.  As we live our own lives on various levels, so too, do the metaphors exist at different depths.  The images are an integral part of the story, as well.  A story about a picture, a photo to help imagine a story, or a story about a story; sometimes it's of greater nourishment to us than food.

When I've spoken to groups, in sharing stories that prop up my poetry, new energy arises. With each remembering and retelling, an inner room in my life and that of the listener is revisited.  For many reasons, we greatly desire to tell our life's stories over and over again.

Oral traditions and treasured experiences, so very deeply woven into our cultural fabric, repeatedly longs to express itself ... from generation to generation, life passing life on to the next.