Why do I write poems? I began writing poetry at a young age shortly after I began reading poems of Edgar Allan Poe and Henry David Thoreau. I give tribute to great poets such as these, including Charles Bukowski. I thank them for my inspiration.
Writing in general and especially specific, poetry is my creative outlet. It makes me feel better as I write. It might even be my form of intensive ‘madness’ therapy. And, the poem is done when it’s done. I don’t hurry to crank more out. It’s not so much I have to think much when I write. It’s something of and about me that comes through however it feels like and in its own time.
It’s uncanny. And, it always happens like this. The Doves start landing again on my backyard wall, and perch on my wrought iron gate by the pool. Then, one or both of them fly down and take a drink. They’ve been visiting me occasionally for a few years.
I have a birdbath birds drink and wash themselves off in. They walk right in and fluff their feathers up with water, then shake themselves off. It’s by my red Hummingbird feeder that hangs overhead…
My backyard is a sanctuary for birds, lizards, butterflies, and whatever creature wants to enter my protected sanctuary and make himself a comfy little home in a tree, shrub, grass or bush.
Doves are a universal symbol of peace. Whenever there’s a change in my life, the Doves always land. For me, it’s almost like a religious or spiritual experience. The timing of their landings is uncanny, something like a subtle message from the cosmic.
It’s like when you are ready to clean out that closet and give some things to the Charity, you are ready for change. You want to get rid of a bunch of stuff, including some of your own emotional (and mental?) baggage…
I stopped writing poetry fifty years ago. The Doves landed at the right time, exactly when I was looking for an answer to what was next. And, then I had my answer. ‘Bubba’ and I then knew we should create PoetryMadness.Com.