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Poet Beginning

Talk about green. An inch-long Pacific Tree frog hides on a hydrangea leaf.

Talk about green. An inch-long Pacific Tree frog hides on a hydrangea leaf.

Thank you for stopping by my poetry site. I’m honored and delighted you are interested in my work.

I first began writing poetry in junior high school. It was thonking awful stuff. My first poem about Scotland went The Roman armies long ago/conquered most of the land/they could not conquer the northern part/because of barbarian bands. Several decades passed before I came back to the genre.

I woke up in 1994 with the lines to a second poem running in my mind. It was a prayer, really, written during a stressful marriage collapse. I longed for peace, solace and wrote Green:

Dripping, pendulous, saturated green,
luxuriant forest.
Enfold me in your caterpillar moss mysteries,
lull me with languid cicada sounds.
Make canopies of emerald,
            caverns of malachite,
            jade cascades.
Show me all your secret places
and anoint my sleep with Rousseau-like dreams
of green.

It actually won the Whidbey Island Writers’ Association Spirit of Writing prize for poetry. Overly encouraged, I began writing all sort of drivel about my new home in Puget Sound’s pewter world. Next local poet Lorraine Healy was good enough to include me in her Monday morning group, and I started to learn something about my craft.

Copyright 1994 Linda L. Beeman

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