Stella Kelly Poole born 1914
Most fiction books Sherry and I read go into lending libraries or given to friends. In the motor home we no longer have the luxury of storing them. However my wife just a few weeks ago requested a copy of every book I had written. She wants to display them in our home in Florida. Of course she now has them.
I have several special books sent to me by friends. They are special and I have found space for them. A couple are special.
I have in/on my desk. One from friend Myra (over at Respire, Prospice) called ‘The Conversation Piece’, very unique. When I need a good swift kick, I open it. Questions like this pop up and make me THINK: If you could walk into any painting and actually experience the moment it depicts, which painting would you choose?
Uh, doggies, I am still thinking there. I chose a historical photograph first, but my mind said, no cheating, painting. (Right now I am looking at a painting of Lincoln’s Gettysburg address, still not sure)
Another book I take out when the sun is shining, and I am not pushed with any drive to fix something. A special book of Poetry. What I call real poetry like Mrs Grill wanted me to read in the 7th grade. The book given to me by Bonny of ‘Organ Discourse.’ A sweet book written by her Granny Stella Kelly Poole.
I can jump into and out of a novel or western, but poetry requires the right time. Poems do not get old. They are like the songs we sing over and over again, I can do the same with poetry.
Granny’s poems cover life. One of seeing a son get on a plane, called to serve his country, leaving family behind. One that always gets me because I have so many on the ‘other side’. This is the beginning of a tribute to her brother:
Thanks guys. I have a couple more special books I cannot discard. But that is what I am thinking tonight.