Category Archives: Poetic License

Poetic License 4-18-14

Unclutter your writing time. Simply write down what you hear. “The Spider”  The Fate Weaver moves across blackened letters on a plaque feeling for a place to spin. Traveling the word love, it drops a filmy dragline, spins a pattern out of itself so exquisite that once again the gods are angry.   Mary Louise […]

Poetic License 4-4-14

Children are symbolic of the beginning and of abundant possibilities.   To a former foster child Solange De Santis, Chairman of the Mamaroneck Arts Council Tell me, How does a spirit rise From a place so fragmented A young heart so bruised?   If a million hurricanes Flood the Rockaways From sea to bay, Would […]

Poetic License 3-14-2014

Poems can awaken the sleeping imagination. Wait Watcher   Over time, what have you waited for? Sunshine or rain? A train, a plane? The evening news? A cat to come home? Meaning? Love? A vacation? A blue moon? Spring flowers, autumn leaves? A birthday celebration? An anniversary? A new year? The clock to strike? Tomorrow? […]

Poetic License 2-21-14

Pretending After all these years I still awaken before dawn pretending it’s my turn on watch as the world spins into light. Until the sky brightens I pretend it’s up to me to see that the world is kept safe. I have wished all these years that pretending had more power!

Poetic License 1-31-2014

Picnic in the Snow   The tree leans against winter like the urge of change against a mind bare of questions.   Beneath this tree we two brush snow from a rock.   We make a table there. We celebrate under branches of a winter dying tree.   Mary Louise Cox, poet laureate of the […]

Poetic License 1-17-14

Found Among my notes, this! There are hobgoblins in my soul. When they get dancing, singing, clapping, laughing, beating drums— I stop and listen! Who wrote these words? I hope I did! Mary Louise Cox, poet laureate of the Town and Village of Mamaroneck  

Poetic License: Special Edition

The following poems were sent to the Mamaroneck Review by a reader in the belief their publication would make the author’s holiday season bright. They are presented in that spirit. Silver Song and White Clouds By Jon Billet A tune falls down from the sky into my golden tea cup. I drink this heavenly prayer. […]

Poetic License: Relaxing

People are always good company when they are doing what they really enjoy. -Samuel Butler   Relaxing By Kay McCarrick, guest Poet I enjoy resting on the sofa, in the late afternoon, listening to music, of my own choosing, on my Irish boom box.   Mary Louise Cox, poet laureate of the town and village of Mamaroneck

Poetic License

Poetry refreshes the world. -Robert Frost Why I Write Ella Chinn, student I write to create I write about my day I write about all the feelings I had I write to calm myself I write to excite myself. My life is a story, I write to continue it. I write to escape anger, happiness, […]

Poetic License

Memory is each person’s poet-in-residence. -Stanley Kunitz Aging While priming myself for age a parenthesis closed around a potent déjà vu of suppositions. This long-term work in progress began with witty attempts to create a frame of reference around the memory of a red wagon being pulled along a sidewalk. How can I explain all […]