When the Muses Came to Call: Sometimes, I Answered Their Knocking.
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This book is a very personal collection of poems and other writings that were written over a period of more than fifty years. They were written at times of strong emotional feelings about love, death, triumphs, tragedies and , even, the most mundane of life's events.It took fifty years for the author to gain the insight , the perspective and the courage to reveal his feelings for all to see. He hopes that the readers will see and recognizesome of the emotion that plays such a big role in the lives of all of us.
Donald E. Smith
Don Smith is a retired high school principal, superintendent and university instructor. He holds BA, MA and Ph.D degrees. Since 1970, he has traveled to 52 countries as a teacher, tour leader, photographer, educational consultant, voyeur and wide-eyed tourist. He volunteers at local nursing homes, helps to train medical students and sings in his church choir. He lives in Mogadore, Ohio with his wife, Joy, and attack-cat, Lily. He and his wife have have two children, Michael and Kathy, five grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.
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When the Muses Came to Call - Donald E. Smith
© 2009 Donald E. Smith. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
First published by AuthorHouse 4/15/2009
ISBN: 978-1-4389-4860-7 (sc)
978-1-4969-4541-9 (e)
Bloomington, Indiana
Image318.JPGContents
Preface
Dedication
About The Author
Credits
Some Words That Have Guided Me
When The Muses Came To Call
Growing Up and Family Memories
Filtering
Withering Looks
Things I Remember
While Walking One Night
The Taste of Salt
My Hands
First Born
Second Chance
Raison D’Etre
Something Wonderful
Per Diem
My Sister
Pizzer
That’s Life!!
Dust
Fractured Minds
Teacher
Of Men and Mice
Diversity
The Beast Within
Pacifier
Lessenings
Free Verse with a Variation of Stream-of-Consciousness
Channeling
Life Is a Pu-Pu Platter
Paradigms
Grammar Ain’t No Fun
Dr. Seuss And I
Legacies
My Unlikely Heroes
Faerie Flowers
If I Could But Soar Again
Lily
Topsail Island
The Analyst
Justification
Flowers in the Fall
Snow
On Meeting a Dog Late at Night
Catalyst
A Plea For Understatement
The Un-Selfsufficient Man
Virility
The Bluebird’s Song
Winter
Better Late Than Never
Recapitulation
Love
The Last Waltz
Of Sands and Tents and Arab Things
Paean For Dark Eyes
A Longing Comes Each Autumn
The Half-Way Lover
Projection
The Years Best Forgotten
Time Travelers
The Marital Bed
A Belated Love Poem
Travel
Night Thoughts In Foreign Places
Constant Needing
Those Far-Away Places
On Questing
Faith, Religion, Death and Dying
It’s Showtime, God!
Storm Warning
Before I Embark
Rendezvous
Narcolepsy
If I Could Make a God
Girl In The Church Balcony
Requiem
October Sun
Two Thoughts
The Song of the Loon
Neoma
In Remembrance of Bill Clark- A Tribute to His Love of Golf
Walter
Fellow Traveler
I Can Only Imagine
Four Prose Pieces
Reminiscing While Working at Goodyear
By The Lake
Going Home
Down on the Delta
PREFACE
Each one of us, I suppose, at some time in his life feels as though he could write something of value. Most of us, however, pass it off as an adolescent fancy much like those feelings of immortality that we all experience while growing up.
Just as we come to realize the foolishness of chasing immortality, we, also, put aside the idea of being undiscovered writers.
My problem is that I’ve never abandoned completely this idea.
Wistfully, I cling still to this romantic goal hoping that, someday, I’ll write something that has real meaning.
Maybe, just maybe, that someday has come.
The poems that follow were written as a sort of emotional catharsis. Isn’t that what poetry is, a release at times of crisis or elation?
Many of the poems are about real events in my life, but others are based on imagined feelings, ideas and scenarios. Throughout my life I’ve had a strong imagination that has allowed me to live part of my life in another dimension not only in this one-dimensional milieu. Even that word, Milieu,
is from another life -the French court.
I’ve found that writing those strong feelings and emotions , the actual mechanical act of committing those thoughts to paper, has helped me to analyze what was only in my mind.
Somehow, it has been easier for me to think more clearly when I line up my disorganized army of words on paper. Usually, they march in great disarray through my mind with no regard for order or rank of importance.
Most of the following poems were written in afore-mentioned moments of intense feeling. Some, however, were just written. If times weighed heavily, I wrote a poem. Some were just sophomoric attempts at humor. In retrospect, I should have put them into the circular file. But, all of them were and are part of me.
What I fear the most is that they will reveal myself nakedly before unsympathetic and judgmental eyes. I’ve tried to make the poems accessible to the average reader, many of whom have had a school-boys’ aversion to poetry because of the usage of archaic terms and effete, flowery language. To many people, poetry is only for Sissies.
So, I’ve made liberal use of the vernacular and paid only lip service to rhyme and meter. This is my way of saying, Read the thoughts and emotions, not the technical structure.
You will not be able to count the syllables and come up with any of the classical styles of poetry. If this offends the purists, so be it. I’ve included a few other types of writing that, in prose rather than in verse, try to explain my inner feelings and emotions.
As I review what I’ve written over these many years, I do so in amazement and wonder. Did I really write that? If I did, why? It’s as if I step outside of myself and look at some alien creature.
I think that I had the temerity to write this book in order to explain some of the vagaries and unexplainable facets of my life. But, who can explain one’s life? I