Nancy Newhouse

Tucson, Arizona

A writer and a college teacher, Nancy was first published at seven years old when a song she wrote was in a national children's magazine, and she wrote poetry in her teen years. While raising three children, she had short stories and articles published in national magazines, and she worked in advertising prior to earning an M.A. in Oriental Studies and a Ph.D. in English. She created a learning packet for school children, The Twentieth Century (ZEPHYR PRESS), is a member of Mensa, and again pursues her love of poetry. Her poems are published in periodicals and anthologies.

Engagement

Deeply loving
In a mellifluous, winging way,
Deeply joyous
In a singing plethora
Of delight,
We go toward lauds of day.
Not causing others to recognize it,
Yet gratified when they do,
We exult in the rapture given to us
Who must realize our debt
To forces within and without
Beyond reckoning
Of personal intellect,
As we bend to the rejuvenation
Of beauty
When it may be sustained
In the bellicose environment
Of perceived information and
Deeply antithetical
Self-example,
Passion being its own protector.

D.

His blue-eyed clarity piercing me blazingly, indelibly,
His lovemaking all-enveloping,
Catapulting me to the ocean of expression
Surrounded by a ring of joyful containment,
Proving the eternity of song-imbued consciousness,
Reigning unaltered within the passion of deep-indigoed space.

A gentle man rides on feathers of air
Of currents so soft they merge with your sighs,
A heart that beats with tender strokes,
And a fearlessness that transcends mockery,
A countenance echoing full-blown corridors of light,
A consciousness resounding with the panoply of night.

A Gift For Seeing The Day Through

Clarion blasts of color bounding over the fields,
Leaping upon the mountains, cavorting in the air,
Gamboling in the clouds.

Eyes hear and feast on the shouts from a palette of violets, fuchsias, mauves, lavenders, magentas, corals, tangerines
Minds lighten and exult, delighted at the painted chorus
Which promises future splendors from the One
Who provided them for the celebrating grasp of Man.