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No Name Harbor, Poetry of Barbary Chaapel
 On a nautical chart of Key Biscayne No Name Harbor is a port of refuge.
No Name Harbor also is a place of mind.
When I write poetry I reveal my world to myself; despair, joy;
knowledge sometimes an uneasy ecstasy, this taping into the collective
unconscious.
No Name Harbor is divided into 4 sections: Earth, Sea, Sky, Fire.
In the first section, Earth, I write of how Appalachia, these hard-scrabble mountains, shaped my family, and how I view the world because of it.
Lake Erie's foghorn on the jetty near Painesville, Ohio became my childhood
companion, which led to my sailor ways.
Sometimes I am the silent witness to miracles in Sky, become the line drawings
of winter, the sienna-breast robin at the milk-green pond; Or see the possibility of a different redemption, Saul to Paul in one glorious glance.
Fire: When we married I didn't know I'd be hard to handle. He is survived
by me, I am survived by him. He is such a sunny soul; It is all so bittersweet....
These are lines from some of the poems in this section.
Sharing a passage from Wind In The Willows, by Kenneth Grahame:
"......for the days pass, and never return, and the South still waits for you. Take
the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes! 'Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a lithesome step foward, and you are out of
the old life and into the new! Then some day, some day long hence, jog home here if you will, when the cup has been drained and the play has been played, and sit by your quiet river with a store of goodly memories for company."
So I am a sailor returned home from the sea to the mountains of my birth, to the
quiet river, writing these poems.
You may read four poems from No Name Harbor at :
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