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Hi there!

I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .

The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother,Rasputin , inspire me still.

I have a published form modification called the Rondel Grand Modified; it is located here:
http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/2842-invented-forms-found-only-at-w...

Drop me a note by clicking on the "Contact Me" link above and let me know you stopped to visit.


Happy reading and write on!


Poetic Tides Through Time
#906724 added March 31, 2017 at 8:33pm
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Castles In The Air
My thoughts by night are often filled
         With visions false as fair:
For in the Past alone I build
         My castles in the air.

I dwell not now on what may be;
         Night shadows o'er the scene;
But still my fancy wanders free
         Through that which might have been.

                             Thomas Love Peacock [1785-1866]

From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 435


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         This light, fanciful poem by Thomas Love Peacock , an English writer and poet, speaks to the dreamer in all of us, from child to adult. We all dream of building 'castles in the air'. Thomas Peacock was a contemporary of Percy Bysshe Shelly, with whom he maintained a long friendship. He married a preacher's daughter and settled in Wales. His writing career was long and prosperous, as he tried his hand at a variety of different writing and poetry formats. His biography here is quite impressive.



         I chose this mainly because it made me feel hopeful and lighthearted and reminded me a little of my early days. Just a fun, easy imaginative read…!



  Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost


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