Have you ever used voice to typing and seen what a terrible mess you can produce with this tool well I am using it because I have got pain in my hands  and shoulders so I thought it would be a good idea

I don’t think writing poetry like this is sensible but it might be alright for writing a story. alternative lyric alternatively you can buy some software which may very well be better than this but since I use a Chromebook I cannot download any software onto it iIf anybody else has used these kind of tools I would be very pleased to hear from them about their experience and what they’re considered to be the best tool. thank you so much if you can help me

it is very hot and very humid today so it took me an hour to get home from the Chinese clinic where I am having treatment I thought I would never reach my house from the other end of the street and I was in a lot of pain but now the pain is easing off and I have drank a lot of lemon barley water and I feel better but I will go to bed soon I think

I wish that I still had a cat because I had one for 6 months after my husband perished or died or disappear and it was a great comfort to me until the owner decided to send it to live in Welwyn Garden City, can you believe it?

At least it was not run over buy a car which is my first fear which I missed it very much I called it Alfred Alfred used to sleep outside my bedroom door where are the hot water pipe going from the tank to the bathroom and so is AYA got up in the middle of the night I would see him full stop he was very clean and very loving no if there was a man with a similar nature and who could pay his way then I suppose I could adopt a man instead of a cat full stop come to that I could have dropped a woman if  I adopted a man and a woman they could be my parents and .. could look after me and make my dinner   and my bed
I am very lazy by Nature and the fact that I have written 5000 posts on my blog is an indication of this because I have been doing it for 9 years so that is less than 600 here or less than 50 a month or 12 and a half a week that’s nearly two a day
I should have written twice as much but possibly the readers would not be happy but then that there is no compulsion to read my poems because I do not wish to cause suffering to the human race and I hope that my poems will not make you unhappy and indeed there may amuse you or enlighten you they’re certainly amuse me but Donald Trump would not like them for sure
Well I think I will stop now before you all get terribly bored I hope you all sleep well if it’s night where you are and if you have just got up I hope you have a lovely day in front of you and that you will be helped by tiny people wherever you may wander or that your work will not be too arduous or boring so goodnight my children this is your blogger Katherine 

Good Night

The voice that called my name is heard no more
Of  knowledge  and  of love I am deprived
We ask ,if love  must  end ,what is it for?
Eternity enraptured  is its core
The space of love takes all dimensions  far
We recognise  the moment  and its life
The voice that called my name is heard no more
Of  being known,  of love, I am deprived.

Did we never think to say,goodbye
To say  our special words like,”nutmeg tree”
When life was ending and you soon would  die

No tears, no theatre ,no long  haunting sigh
No lost illusions, nothing  there to see
Did we never want to say,goodbye

I heard  a sound like distant sea gulls’ cry
Did that remind you of your cold North Sea?
Your life was ending all mankind must die

I wonder why the heavens are on high?
The mind is valued with its poetry
Did we never get to say,goodbye?

The lower organs procreate, are shy
Without these hidden parts nothing would be
Your life was made and then you had to die

My heart aches  like a migraine God decreed~
Some have said they feel their hearts will bleed
Did we never think to say,goodbye
When life was ending,one of us must  die?

 

 

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/edward-hirsch-/10-terms-you-need-to-know_b_5153884.html?guccounter=1

Extract

“Here then are 10 key terms that can enlarge your understanding of poetry:

rhythm: The word rhythm comes from the Greek word rhythmos, “measured motion,” which in turn derives from a Greek verb meaning “to flow.” Rhythm is sound in motion. It is related to the pulse, the heartbeat, the way we breathe. It rises and falls. It takes us into ourselves; it takes us out of ourselves. Rhythm is the combination in English of stressed and unstressed syllables that creates a feeling of fixity and flux, of surprise and inevitability. Rhythm creates a pattern of yearning and expectation, of recurrence and change. It is repetition with a difference.

line: A unit of meaning, a measure of attention. The line is a way of framing poetry. All verse is measured by lines. The poetic line immediately announces its difference from everyday speech and prose. An autonomous line makes sense on its own, even if it is a fragment. It is end-stopped and completes a thought. The first line in Keats’s “Endymion” is end-stopped: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” By contrast, an enjambed line carries the meaning over from one line to the next, as in the next four lines of Keats’s poem: “Its loveliness increases; it will never / Pass into nothingness, but still will keep / A bower quiet for us, and a sleep / Full of sweet dreams…” Whether end-stopped or enjambed, however, the line in a poem moves horizontally, but the rhythm and sense also drive it vertically, and the meaning continues to accrue.

iambic pentameter: A five-stress, roughly 10 syllable line. This fundamental line, established by Chaucer (1340?-1400) for English poetry, was energized when English attained a condition of relative stability in the late fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries. It might be the traditional formal line closest to the form of our speech and thus has been especially favored by dramatists ever since Christopher Marlowe, whose play Tamburlaine (1587) inaugurated the greatest Elizabethan drama, and William Shakespeare, who used it with astonishing virtuosity and freedom. John Milton showed how supple and dignified the pentameter line could be in Paradise Lost (1667): “Of man’s first disobedience, and the fall / Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste / Brought death into the world, and all our woe, / With loss of Eden, till one greater Man / Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, / Sing, Heav’nly Muse…””

We are little leaves upon the tree
We  never could control our  entire world
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

With metaphor, it’s easier to see
Life is tender, see each leaf unfurl
We are only leaves upon the tree

Singing in the sun we seem to be
Full of joy until the storm winds swirl
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

Extinguished   candles   smoke at Tenebrae
We are blown to death however bold
We are little leaves upon the tree

Thus we sacrifice to God uncertainly
Yet as the wars continue, we grow cold
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

Who has dropped us from the hands that hold?
Who has stolen certainty untold?
We are little leaves upon the tree
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery