Three Comforts

I have received much welcome encouragement lately, just as my energy began to fizzle. First, Erin, whose work often consoles me, found my poem Secrets "a comfort": Vivid - Erin Noteboom: Two comforts.

Then I received an email from a man whose writings on haiku have kept me constant company over the years.   He had discovered my Small Poems, and wrote to tell me:

I find the web site delightful . . . I did explore some of the other pages, which seem to have some fine writing, though not directly related to haiku. . . I like the work very much . . . your pages are elegant.

He gave me permission to quote him here, and said "sign me wordfield."

Then, yesterday, the most surprising of all: Fried Man: The littlest microbe:

Just for the heck of it I've decided to link each day to a low ranking interesting microbe in the N. Z. Bear's blogosphere ecosystem.

These people are the lowest of the low and I figure they need all the help they can get.

Today was slim pickings - I actually had to go back past some of the blogs I rejected yesterday. But I found two. Normally I only do one per day but I like both of these and I make the rules so I can break them. Here's the second.

Please welcome, Watermark. Right now you are blog #7,779 but one link from here should jump you up a few thousand places. Hopefully I won't be the last person who links to you.

Watermark is something a little different - a poetry blog.

    There is light now
    in the mornings. . .
. . .

Good stuff, no?

Also consider some super-short poems, "The moonlit field is haunted by the brush of hunting shadow wings...", and a short meditation on ducks.

Check it out - it's good stuff!

I am astonished by all this good attention, so pleased I'm pink. 

 

Comments

[Michael Friedman]

I enjoyed the poems, so no worries...

[Ivy]

I enjoy your beautiful, quiet, precise words, and your images, too.