Emma Lazarus. It's not a name you probably know. But, you know her words. You've heard them before, even if you've decided to forget them...
I am lucky to know some very talented people of all ages, many of them writers and poets. And, I'm lucky that they will share their work with me. Therefore, I've decided to start a poetry series as part of my blog. This is the first in the series. It's called called 12:10 AM by Emma Flood.
'Twas the day before Christmas And the house was a mess But it was no big deal Because the cookie party was a success
Fall is one of my favorite times of the year. Since I live in Northern Virginia, I get to experience fall in it's full glory. Even if fall doesn't officially end until December, unofficially it's nearly time to say goodbye. I'm sad it is coming to a close, but I look forward to it returning again. And, in a way that feels like a larger metaphor at the moment. Therefore, as an ode to fall, I wrote a little poem to say good bye. Oh and there are pictures too.
If You Want to Understand Why I’m Crying It’s because I can’t protect her I can’t protect her against The rising tides of water and hatred I can’t protect her when She leaves my arms for school Where children with spinning compasses And growing access to lethal weapons and unchecked prejudices Can penetrate the sanctuary Of education and innocence
All right, admittedly it appears delving into music might stretch the limits of a blog about writing and books. On top of that, I’m also connecting it to my Halloween countdown theme (night #6). Have I gone crazy? Not yet. I don't think. Stay with me, because I’m going to bring it all together. I promise. Let’s start with Bob Dylan.
K.L. Kranes 