Introduction:

It's very hard for me to write an introduction and pretend to be a poet...so I won't.

Quite frankly I don't even know if my stuff is any good. Perhaps it doesn't matter. I do it for myself. I do it because ideas present themselves to me in the form of stories and poetic lines, if that is indeed what they are. Many lines have been forever lost to me because I didn't heed my head years ago and write them down. I didn't do what I've always wanted to do - Write.

I write about what makes sense to me and about some things I know and some things I know nothing, but I write mainly from feelings and I do it for me.

I hope you never see people counters, buzzers, or whiz bangs on my pages. If you do then perhaps I will have stopped writing for myself. These things are just fine for others and some of them are very cute and eye catching. I like some of them, but please, allow me to write unimpeded by a monitor. I must sing from My heart, not yours. At the same time I welcome you to visit and take away what you will from the experience. If in some small way your life has been made better then mine has too.

Someone said, was it you Whoopi Goldberg, 'when you wake up every morning and you just want to sing, and do it again and again, then you know who you are.' I like that. Thank you Whoopi, where ever you are.

I suppose it's only fitting for me to close with another poem. This one is not mine. I wish it were.

Dear Friends

---by Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1896

Dear friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.

And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.


S.C.Jones
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Revised: February 1, 1997
URL: http://www.oocities.org/Athens/Acropolis/1915/



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