Supported through the efforts of A Bibliophile’s Workshop-editorial/publicity services for self-published writers- the first inaugural Blog Tour is here. For this first blog tour, Indulge your mind with some lovely yarns of poetry, perfect as an antidote to life’s trials and tribulations!!
Celebrating the Poetic Legacy of Thelma Barselow, one poem at a time….
Time’s Passing Reflections Blog Tour (September 14, 2014-September 20, 2014)
Like & Share these posts with a wide pool of people, to be eligible to win a special literary prize…. more details about such a prize can be found below!
Capturing the vivid intimacy of journaling combined with the photographic realism of rich poetry, Thelma Barselow’s collection of poetry is a volume of poetry that any serious reader of poetry will not want to miss!!
Synopsis, taken from the Amazon product page:
“This collection of poetry spans the years and encompasses a lifetime of observations, broken down into simple, yet elegant and sometimes whimsical poems. Some of the poems are religious, others are merely soulful.
Thelma has spent her life caring for others, starting with her children and her husband. That career included caring for the children of others, and ultimately, taking care of Alzheimer’s patients which she did until her recent retirement.
She has many stories to tell and I hope that someday she will tell them all. Until then, please enjoy this collection of her words, her thoughts, her passing reflections.”
This is a poetry collection, which Anne Rice made sure to buy five copies for friends and family:
Poem-of-the Day:
**If you have an eidetic memory (the type of memory that lets you recall images and sounds without mnemonic tricks), you may be able to memorize fragments of these poems. Many of the poems featured here will be short, highly visceral,as are most of the poems contained in Thelma Barselow’s poem collection- Time’s Passing Reflections
Today’s featured poem is written by one of my absolute favorite poets, Percy Shelley (husband of Mary Shelley), a poet I was introduced to during my undergraduate years. His poems are commonly very long, so this poem aptly titled “A Lament,” is one of his shorter poems.
It is a sobering reflection on time, aging, the weariness of realizing that death is inevitable. It’s a wonderful, short poem, which encapsulates the existential struggle that sometimes occurs right vaguely under all our thoughts.
A Lament:
O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!
What does this poem evoke for you? Leave your comments below, with your own deeply inspired thoughts of what you think about this poem, and what images it conjures in your mind?
Stay tuned tomorrow for another poem-of-the-day, and other tantalizing features(special Time’s Passing Reflections tea; an in-depth review of a book by this blog’s own poetry connoisseur), as part of the Time’s Passing Reflections Blog Tour, featuring a new post every day of this entire week
Special Giveaway:
Enter below by clicking this enchanting photo of Station Eleven, with a mugful of Station Eleven-inspired tea, to be redirected to the Rafflecopter App, allowing you to enter this contest
Station Eleven is an excellent, darkly dramatic, slightly sardonic, piece of writing, meditating on the vicissitudes of life, as seen through the lives of various human beings exposed to apocalyptic trauma, and how art itself helps salvage us, give us a reason to claim “mere survival is insufficient.”
*Only those living in the US/Canada are eligible to enter this contest!*
If you have any questions, concerns, about this blog tour, and anything else connected back with A Bibliophile’s Workshop, please do not hesitate to email our center of our operations at the following email address:
bibliophilesworkshop@gmail.com
A Bibliophile's Reverie 