Hi, I'm Ralph Fletcher. I’m a writer. For the most part, writing is private and invisible. In this blog I'll give readers an inside view of the writer I know best: me. Every few days I'll share my musings, habits, daily schedule, brainstorming, snippets from my writer's notebook, drafts, revisions, finished pieces, correspondence with editors and readers. It’s my hope that writers of all ages might find this useful.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
For some reason I’ve been obsessed with photographing milkweeds this
autumn. Here's a poem that's lovely and has a lot of personal meaning for me.
Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.
Voices in a Field by Richard Wilbur
poem reminds of the fall my brother Bob was killed in a car accident. I think it's a hopeful poem. It reminds me that it's possible to go forth, live, love, and
prosper, even after you have been totally shattered.