THE LAST LINE
Spring again, the air is warm
Thoughts are hazy, lazy day
A line slips out and disappears
Dandelion fluff, It blows away.
I search my mind, it won’t return
Decide I will remain at home
And ponder why the poet tries
And thinks that he can write a poem.
A wisp returns, that line I lost
The blowing wind a seed did find
A brand new home, a place to grow
In the fertile fields of my mind.
Giới thiệu về tác giả
In this, his second book, Tapestry Two – older, bolder and better, Ed Schwartz brings his wife, Joan, fully into his new book with thirty seven of her own poems in a section all her own.
Joan started writing with the tragedy of her daughter’s death from breast cancer at the age of thirty-eight. She wrote for less then two years but in that time turned out some beautiful poetry about life, death, love and children. She hopes that when you read these poems it will help in your mourning. Or simply remembering the good things and the way we must all go on to honor the memory of our loved ones.
Ed and Joan live in the lovely condo community called Lake Barrington Shores just 35 miles northwest of Chicago.
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