Soul Mates Odd that I should come to the beach with neither pen nor paper for it is here that I meet with my muse. She dictates, I steno and later, at home, these notes become a poem that will, in time, be published over my name. I’m not sure that is fair but the ocean is generous with her inspiration and takes satisfaction, I believe, in watching how I have taken her lessons to heart; how I have become able, over the course of our many meetings, to read her thoughts, capture her moods, draw insight from her calm and crescendo. We are no longer teacher and pupil, but full partners in this crime I call poetry.
Brian C. Felder |