The game we started off to play last spring
Seemed innocent enough to me at first.

Rhyme is honored to publish an interview with Amy Foreman, one of the best contemporary poets.

What was your relationship with poetry before you started writing it?

I have always loved reading literature, including poetry, so, even though my BA was in Music and Theology, I got my MA in English Language and Literature. Poetry, especially the rhyming poetry of such greats as John Milton, George Herbert, John Donne, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, and, of course, William Shakespeare, always appealed to me. I especially enjoyed formalistic criticism, in which we look at the poem’s structure, and how that adds to the meaning.

What prompted you to start writing poetry?

Our family moved to Arizona in 2014, and, in our new community, there was a group called “Writers on the River” which met and publicly read personal works of poetry, short stories, or essays. I decided to have our seven children try their…

Evolution is a funny thing- it means to develop, grow, rise, progress. But what if in a hundred years we find that evolution becomes a circle? What if it is a cycle with a limit of progression which then decreases and repeats on itself? Many scientists and studies have shown that with the rise of technology, our unhealthy lifestyles and the controversial mind-numbing media, humans are in for unexpected changes to our bodies.

Technology

Visual reality is increasingly blurring lines between what is real and what is computer animated. The imposing rise of consumption of mobile phones, tablets and television screens have not yet affected our eye sights, however, this is inevitable. Our eyesight will not improve with evolution, but only decrease in its capability. No longer will we be looking outside at the sunset, we will rely on Instagram to show it for us.
Eyesight is not the only…

Unimagined worlds
Scattered by the morning mists
Wake the dreamers’ dream

W and I have just returned from a few days at a Caravan Club campsite a few miles outside London, less than an hour’s drive from home. Due largely to various family and health reasons – along with a major operation of mine,which I’ve written about elsewhere in this blog – it’s the first time in two years that we’ve done one of those trips – the sort of thing we used to do regularly and which took us to various parts of the country.

But now, as we seem to have got our lives back in at least some sort of order, we thought it time to get into the camper van again and give ourselves a break. It was wonderful! To awake in the morning to the sound of the wind in the trees; to eat breakfast watching two blackbirds, male and female, pecking around in the grass…