Each new poetic voice, scrawled across a blank page
to begin with, is almost impossible to put down.
I want to taste a bit of each thought, jump across
pages to find some sudden delight. An hour
goes by, unnoticed.
It will be dawn shortly, so in this magic dark,
I have made a choice for this day:
“page 63
You’re invited to visit
A particular poem —
To go often enough
To become familiar
With each of its rooms;
To nose around in the attic
Encouraged to arrive early
And greet dawn
Through various windows;
To linger long enough
To watch the shadows
Arrive toward evening.
Only a guest, yet
Welcome to stay forever.
To stay as long as you want;
As long as it gives you pleasure.”
,,,,,,,,GREGORY ORR, from his book
of poems, River Inside the River.
And so it goes.
Always with love, Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette