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Here you will find my personal poetry, essays and other word-works, as differentiated from the Speaker Material, Mysitcal Verses and related writing, posted on the Self-to-self site. This blog will be for different writing ventures, new ideas, things thought of in the middle of the night, and the explorations of inward self-to-Self spaces and places - far-away, foreign yet familiar.

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Location: Guelph, Ontario, Canada

The only way to know anything meaningful about me, is to read the Speaker Material. If the proof is in the pudding, my working credentials as a Reality Theorist are written into my lifetime's production of that material. My studies did take me to the University of Waterloo, Ontario, Canada, for several years in the late 1980's. Yet, as my higher education, my various other pursuits and passions led me into the inner circles of profound learning beyond only the academic, intellectual. My identity cannot be separated from my work of Self-to-self life study. As a line from one of my poems goes, "...I cannot tell where I end and you begin"... I was born in Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada. I've lived in the Provinces of British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Ontario, Canada. I have worked at a wonderful variety of jobs, and owned a couple of small businesses ventures. For the last 20 years I've lived with George, my husband of 37 years, and our 18 year old tabby cat Min, in the countryside between the two small cities of Cambridge and Guelph, in Ontario, Canada. The editing, publication and current work of The Speaker Material and my poetry, are on going.

Sunday, October 16, 2005


An Original Crime of Passion

It's not a crime to rhyme a poem
I've never seen it writ in stone
That rhythmic phrase in lilting verse
Must be some madness - or some curse


It's not against some cosmic law
It's not some limit - or some flaw
To answer back the question's quote
In melody of metered note


It's not a sin the ear forbids
Some line to rule of Euclid's
It's not verboten as cliche
It might be trite - but not pass`e


It's not a trick the muse might play
To hide its meanings from display
And leave but to an unrhymed few
The right to share their visions view


It's not a crime to rhyme a poem
To music life's true matchless tone
Decanting adjectives and verbs
As though a priceless wine of words


But if such efforts of the soul
Should fail to meet that lofty goal
Perhaps we each should try our hand
To rhyme our words to heart's command


If catchy rhythm seems to strain
With rhyme that's awkward to our brain
Remember - from its rhyming start
It aimed to touch some other part!

A Poem by Ruth Cunningham
Composed in: 1986
Location: Guelph, Ontario, Canada

posted by What Ruth Writes | 10:42 PM

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