Saturday, October 30, 2010

New Days.

I wander in the past
feeling loved and nurtured.
As the years go fast
I fear the future
and what's to come.
I dread not knowing,
but that won't stop the sun
everyday from glowing.
So I awake to face the day
with my head held high
because who is to say
that today I won't die.

Literature in the Marketplace

A woman by the name of Dickinson
wrote as if to maintain her health.
In a way, she simply wrote for fun.
She wrote not for fame, but life itself.

Most managed a meager living.
Life was tough for a writer though.
Always pressed for cash and drinking,
was the life of sir Edgar Allan Poe.

And then there were those,
those much like Emerson,
spoken words are what they chose
and so came the rise of lyceum.

Thus, through poetry and stories of fiction;
along with novels full of sentiment
through powerful lectures spoken with conviction
even in newspapers through the discontent.

And through the 18th century
you can certainly see
the developing of space
for literature in the marketplace.