My Poetry

My Poetry

By Wendy R. Blair.

My daydreams never go to waste.
Words tumble round inside of me,
each screaming to be interlaced.
That’s how I craft my poetry.

I hear the music raindrops spill
as couplet’s, rhymes with rhythmic glee,
then bend their meaning to my will.
That’s how I craft my poetry.

Caught in my mind, but never still
are fragile phrases set to flee
out on the page as thoughts distill.
That’s how I craft my poetry.

From feelings I can touch and taste
to fits of frilly fantasy;
my daydreams never go to waste.
That’s how I craft my poetry.


WENDY R. BLAIR is a former Southern California gal who moved to the other South thinking the mid-life change of career and scenery would give her more time to write – another entry on the long list entitled,Wendy’s Misconceptions.  She brings six decades of life experience to her current role as the owner and innkeeper of Rose Hill Bed and Breakfast in Virginia.  Having worn more hats than Bartholomew Cubbins, she has pursued paths as an actress, singer, director, carpenter, waitress, short-order cook, writer, landscape designer, event-planner, public speaker, development director, business executive, fundraiser, teacher, caterer, wedding coordinator, witness preparation specialist, community volunteer and soccer coach. Most of these career paths have helped prepare her for role as “Mistress of Rose Hill” and provide a lot of grist for the writing mill. Poetry is her first love, and she is a stodgy, unrepentant, true rhymer who is also a stickler about rhythm.

Photo by Corrine Kuhlmann.

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