Time Is… by Henry Van Dyke

Poem from Henry Van Dyke ‘Music and Other Poems’ 1904.

Time Is… © image Gretchen Bernet-Ward 2023

Henry Van Dyke (born 10 November 1852, Germantown, Pennsylvania, USA, and died 10 April 1933, Princeton, New Jersey USA) He was a Presbyterian minister, short-story writer, poet and essayist popular in the early decades of the 20th century. Van Dyke married Ellen Reid in 1891 and they had nine children.

A leading writer of his age, Henry van Dyke wrote profusely in the fields of religion, literature, diplomacy, education, nature and public service. He was an admirer of Alfred, Lord Tennyson and met him while overseas.

Van Dyke’s great love of the outdoors was a crucial part of his Christianity, and in the early twentieth century he became a conservationist speaking out for the preservation of Yellowstone. His belief in nature and religion drove his literary criticism and other writings throughout his life.

Gretchen Bernet-Ward

I Hate Poetry or Poetry Hates Me

Poetry is insidious
Subtle words weaving
Verse so perfidious
Cunning and teasing

It twines like string
Snagging each thought
And every cruel thing
twisted and wrought

Sad tales retold
Children cry animals die
Love lost to the bold
And partners who lie

Past battles fought
A punishing word said
Harsh lessons taught
Buzzing in my head

Nightmares surface in bed
He loves me not
He chose her instead
Let them both rot

Poetry churns sentiment
I’d rather forget
So I prefer contentment
Over bitter regret

Kudos to all composers
And each poetry writer
Life ain’t sweet roses
But it will get brighter

Poem © Gretchen Bernet-Ward 2023

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