Poem of the Month: O Me, O Life! by Walt Whitman

October flew – here I am on the 30th only just adding my poem of the month. Work. Moving. Family. Love. What good, amid these, o time taken to memorise poetry? Answer: that the enrichment outweighs the effort.


Oh Me, O Life!  by Walt Whitman

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,

Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,

The question, O me! so sad, recurring – What good amid these, O me, O life?


That you are here – that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse

Share your favourite “city” poem in the comments.


Ibiza Writing Challenge – Day 30

There is only one thing for you to remember, that is the distinction between what is yours and what is not yours.



Ibiza Writing Challenge – Day 28

If you care enough about something it’s going to make you cry. But you have to use it. Use your tears. Use your pain. Use your fear.
~Sherman Alexie

Fig tree, Ibiza

Fig tree, Ibiza