When The World Broke | Dean J. Baker – Poetry, and prose poems

I think finding a few, here and there, that actually enjoy ones work–or even many–is its own reward. My reason for writing sonnets has more to do with love than anything else. I has been yet another way in which my sweetheart of the better part of a century may have as much as, of me, she wishes. I do love sonnets and writing them. I love my sweet wife even more than that. This type of writing reminds her of her background and education, which is quite wonderful, and is a type of which one might covet. It was my love for her that took me away from time to time, from science–which is my background–into her world of words, history, literature, etc. Being a young student of science, It seemed as though poetry would be my fastest way into this world. The works are, overall, quite short, very often stunningly beautiful, and span the centuries reflecting their times, much as do other forms of art. This makes for a fine “foot in the door,” as it were, to her world which, when I was quite young, was unfamiliar, and that of which I had no understanding or appreciation apart from my desire to know and to love everything about her.

I have most enjoyed reading your work and will, I’m sure read more of it. I have also enjoyed reading, on this adventure, the work of others. So much has happened in these months. I have been reminded of poetic forms of which I had forgotten; I have learned, in fact, I do learn something new every time I read someone’s work; particularly when it is a new author which which I am unfamiliar. I have, most surprising of all, enjoyed answering questions and responding to comments of others very much,; as, I have found that oft-times it will help me to order my thoughts. I do have to be careful though–I need energy left over to write my sonnets daily, try to make them such as my sweet heart will enjoy, and, of course, many other things, some related to writing, some not.

Regarding being well known, I did gather somehow, upon skimming through some of your other blogs that, although you yourself might not be well known, you may have more than a few acquaintances or friends who are; which I can see, as I believe was (perhaps) your point, might prove something of a “springboard,” so to speak, if desired; Or not, of course, if not so desired.

Throughout all of this, I have found people on wordpress to be, although I’m not sure how or why, much more enthusiastic, and much more kind, even to those with whom they do not understand nor agree. Such followers as I have, are, as one might put it, “all over the map,” both artistically and in, perhaps, all other ways.

I feel quite fortunate to have made your acquaintance in this way.

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