Blog Calendar
◄     December     ►
SMTWTFS
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
Archive RSS
About This Author

Hi there!

I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .

The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother,Rasputin Author IconMail Icon, inspire me still.

I have a published form modification called the Rondel Grand Modified; it is located here:
http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/2842-invented-forms-found-only-at-w...

Drop me a note by clicking on the "Contact Me" link above and let me know you stopped to visit.


Happy reading and write on!

Poetic Tides Through Time
<<< Previous · Entry List · Next >>>
#906724 added March 31, 2017 at 8:33pm
Restrictions: None
Castles In The Air
My thoughts by night are often filled
         With visions false as fair:
For in the Past alone I build
         My castles in the air.

I dwell not now on what may be;
         Night shadows o'er the scene;
But still my fancy wanders free
         Through that which might have been.

                             Thomas Love Peacock [1785-1866]

From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917, pg. 435

**************************


         This light, fanciful poem by Thomas Love Peacock , an English writer and poet, speaks to the dreamer in all of us, from child to adult. We all dream of building 'castles in the air'. Thomas Peacock was a contemporary of Percy Bysshe Shelly, with whom he maintained a long friendship. He married a preacher's daughter and settled in Wales. His writing career was long and prosperous, as he tried his hand at a variety of different writing and poetry formats. His biography here is quite impressive.



         I chose this mainly because it made me feel hopeful and lighthearted and reminded me a little of my early days. Just a fun, easy imaginative read…!


  Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost
1 *Thumbsupl*  Like • Comment

© Copyright 2017 tucknits (UN: tucknits at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
tucknits has granted InkSpot.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
<<< Previous · Entry List · Next >>>
... powered by: Writing.Com
Online Writing Portfolio * Creative Writing Online