Poets to Come

Photograph by Barbara Mattio

Photograph by Barbara Mattio

                                                                                                                                   Copyrighted 2012, Great Smoky Mountains



Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!

Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,

But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than

before known,

Arouse! for you must justify me.


I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,

I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the



I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a

casual look upon you and then averts his face.

leaving it to you to prove and define it,

Expecting the main things from you.             — Walt Whitman, Laws of Creation



Walt Whitman is one of Americas greatest poets. He had a way of connecting to people as he traveled America. Just as he connected to his peers as he moved from area to area and from experience to experience, he connects us to him and to all he met and wrote about. His poems have a strength of love and a commitment to seeing the goodness in people. This is a gift and one we don’t always see in this twenty-first century.





To a Stranger


Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly

I look upon you,

You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, ( it comes to me as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall’d  as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste,


You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor

left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flash, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast

hands, in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”     —-Walt Whitman, Laws for Creation



I think Whitman was an original man. There has never been another like him. There have been American poets who loved nature and who dedicated poems to the joy of nature, but Walt Whitman had a way of seeing nature that was unique.  He also had a way of describing war when he was a volunteer nurse in the Civil War. His ability to look into people’s souls and to access their souls was extraordinary. Poetry was his medium and he has left us a treasure trove of his rhythm and his way of looking at life. He was a man who often traveled alone; he was outside of his society in many ways, separate from us, but he has never left us. His words will keep him alive for many centuries to come.


Redwood trees on the West Coast

Redwood trees on the West Coast





                                                                                                                        Whitman walked along the roads and byways                            

                                                                                                                         and wrote the words that have  preserved

                                                                                                                         the feel of a younger America.
















The Australian Shark Cull Continues

Very well written and important blog.

Ann Novek( Luure)--With the Sky as the Ceiling and the Heart Outdoors

by Madison Stewart

It has become the first thing people associate with my nation when I’m overseas, and has become a source of shame for those once proud of being Australian: the shark cull.

The first question I usually hear is “how can people let this happen?” Or, “what is wrong with the Australian government?” It must seem crazy from the outside, watching a country defined by its wilderness going to great lengths to the kill off a vital part that wilderness. It’s not the general population pushing for a shark cull; only a small group actually supports the program. It is the government that sets the foundation for the disgusting environmental devastation in our waters. Even then, our government at large did not enact the policy that allowed the shark cull to take place; a few members snuck it past the usual policy approval routine. One man’s signature condemned…

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Hypovolemia of the Pollex

Vert witty. I hope you heal quickly. Hugs, Barbara

Everything Hurts & I'm Dying

The watermelon sat on the counter, just doing what watermelons do… images (19)

Every time I tried to position it for the perfect slicing spot, it would wobble and present a not so suitable area for incision.

You know how they can be….

I held it in the place I had chosen and stuffed a dish towel around the bottom to keep it from moving as I prepared to begin disassembling.

22016561_BG2 Blood Thirsty Bitch!

The only problem was that I had not put down the recently purchased, brand new, deadly serrated Wal-Mart watermelon knife.

As I tucked the rag under the watermelon with my left hand, I reached up with my right to steady the fruit.

Do you know that feeling that you get when you have cut yourself badly?

It’s a slight bump against the thumb, in this case, a quick cold burn.

You don’t even have to look!

The stupid…

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Some “time” around the world (Poetry Prompt 28 – Time Difference

Excellent and I am also a night owl. Though I am trying to break the pattern.

Traces of the Soul

Kitchen clock/timer  © OK 2014/03/04 My Kitchen clock/timer
© OK 2014/03/04

I sit at my laptop
ready to write
then I stop
reading blogs, tonight
I stop again,
to write a comment
and wishing she was up
but as I am turning in
she is getting up
and we cross paths
many times.
Luckily I am often up
most nights…all night
as I love to read/write
when dawn is imminent
she’s published a few stanzas
I stay up a longer moment
chattering a wee longer
live chat, makes it much stronger
and meaningful to me.
Pacific Time gives me occasion
night owl like me I’m always open
to chat their evenings
though tis late twilight
It’s nice to have such diversity
voices from all over the world.
there’s also down under
always a day ahead of me
I will never catch up with them
Stephanie and Jenn Brenn
old long time Canadian friends,
miss the…

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