By Sherry Blue Sky
“The art of writing is the art of discovering.” Of course we need a quote from Gustave Flaubert for this interview! Yes, we are sitting down this week with Pamela, who writes under the pen name Flaubert, at Poetry With Me.
When someone who loves poetry sees the name Flaubert in Comments, or on the blogroll of poets, one simply has to click their way over to her site, already anticipating good poetry, and Pamela does not disappoint. Flaubert has another quote, which certainly applies in this case: “Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.” Reading Pamela’s poetry, many words come to mind: precise, concise, evocative......her work is filled with imagery and emotion and imagination, in fact vision may be the word I’m reaching for.
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Poem of the Week (20 July 2010) - Where
This poem can be found at:
Where
Everyone asks me where are you going?
What is it you will do with your life now?
I have no answers to these questions
Where am I going?
And what will I do with my life now?
Where is a relative space in time
What means nothing to me
Where did you go?
What are you doing?
Those are the answers that I want
I feel the cold it chills me
I have my dreams and my desires
Where is not important and what I do is less
Where is on a beach watching the waves come upon the shore
I miss what you were doing and regardless of me
Where are you?
What is it you do now without me?
By flaubert
"Poetry with me ..."
Where
Everyone asks me where are you going?
What is it you will do with your life now?
I have no answers to these questions
Where am I going?
And what will I do with my life now?
Where is a relative space in time
What means nothing to me
Where did you go?
What are you doing?
Those are the answers that I want
I feel the cold it chills me
I have my dreams and my desires
Where is not important and what I do is less
Where is on a beach watching the waves come upon the shore
I miss what you were doing and regardless of me
Where are you?
What is it you do now without me?
By flaubert
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