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This is an autobiographical book of poems depicting one day, during
three stages, in a life. The Moon actually has four quarters: New,
Waxing, Full, Waning, with the Dark of the Moon a few hours before
the New. Many Goddess-based beliefs use the Triple Goddess--
Maiden, Mother and Crone--to exemplify the stages of a woman's
life. I like that but do not like the word "crone" because in
modern language it conjures up visions of old, evil, ugly women.
There is not one mature woman--that I know--who would fit that
description. Instead, magic and wisdom is in each and every one of
us. Here, then, is my brief but poetic story of a day as a
17-year-old hippie, as a 41-year-old runaway and as a 65-year-old
retiree--trying to be wise--mage.
THE TITLE: At the age of seventeen I discovered T.S. Eliot's poem
"The Wasteland." The only part of the poem I could relate to was
about "Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante." Four of the tarot
cards are invented by Eliot (Drowned Phoenician Sailor, Belladonna,
the Lady of the Rocks and the Lady of Situations). Having invented
my own Drom Ek Romani cards as part of my heritage, I could
appreciate his imaginary cards with their mystical names. My first
poem explains each tarot card and the second one details the Drom
Romani although I make no claim to be a "famous clairvoyante." The
other poems are a patchwork of subjects including tributes to Mick
Jagger, Bob Dylan, and other writers of music and poetry. THE
POEMS: With the exception of several free verse poems, the others
are a mixture of Shakespearean Sonnets, Terza Rima, Rima Royale,
and, well, more sonnets. The poetry forms are very confining yet I
attempted to make them all-encompassing in their little world. When
writing the 22 sonnets for the Drom Romani I began speaking in
rhyming iambic pentameter in my dreams. Does that make me a poet? I
hope so. Failing that, a sonnet a day keeps senility away. I am
hoping that whatever your age, you find enjoyment in my poetry.
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