For most of my life, I was one of those people who, when it came to poetry said, “I don’t get it.” Over the past 3 months, there has been some sort of transformation in my spirit and in my soul. I know it has a lot to do with Roses on the Windshield as well as many other changes in my life.
I started to notice that I was not only understanding poetry but was also being deeply moved by many of the same poems I used to look at as if they were written in a foreign language. The joy has been quite remarkable. With that in mind, I found myself compelled to add a poetry section to the new Roses on the Windshield web site.
I asked my friend Pamela Nosworthy, the poet who publishes Inspiration Pond to make the first entry and I am honored that she has done so. For those of you who enjoy poetry, please visit the poetry page to see what others have written. For those of you who are poets, please honor us with your poems and thoughts.
Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.