Arts Carleton Place (artscarletonplace.com)


I grew up in Toronto, lived in Kitchener, King City and Montreal before moving to Ottawa, and then Carleton Place in 1997. I have been fortunate in my life to travel to many places around the globe: Asia, Europe, North America and Britain.

I started writing poetry as a teen in high school, left it behind to enter the workforce, and resumed in the late '70's during a life transition from married to single. It seems the muse takes hold whenever I am in a transitional phase of my life. Poetry is a way to express my thoughts and understand the emotions these times generate. Here I am again, now a widow, re-inventing my life, the poetry rising again. This time, I want to take it seriously, see how far I can go with it. I am a member of the League of Canadian Poets, but have not given up my day job in Finance at a high-tech company in Ottawa.

I am looking forward to participating in the Arts Community of Carleton Place!

For more information, email Carol, call (613) 257-7714 or check out my blog.
Childhood Innocence

© Carol A Stephen - December, 2005

Shoveling sand into pails on the seaside shore
Playing marbles on the kitchen floor
Catching tadpoles at the frog pond
Playing princess with a fairy wand
Dressing kittens in a doll's clothes
Hiding in a place nobody knows
Fashioning cat's cradles with pieces of string
Bragging that father knows everything
Believing in Santa, believing in elves
Finding a spot to stay by ourselves
Childhood innocence
Adult reminiscence

-CS
Four haiku

© Carol A Stephen - January, 2006

Mouth-tart strawberries
Savoured slowly on the tongue
Summer memories

Red and gold maples
Autumn sentinels defined
Raking crisp blue sky

Pot roses grown tall
Weedy fronds twine in and out
Choking out beauty

Christmas lights twinkle
Snow garlands define cedars
Crisp wind, red noses

-CS
Tanka

© Carol A Stephen - January 2006

FLOW I.

River water flows
Over current-tumbled stones
Rests in quiet pools
Aquatic sanctuary
Cold comfort for burning toes

FLOW II.

Rainwater chatters
In its frenetic transit
Down storm sewer drains
Flowing through grey stone tunnels
Mixing unnoticed with tears

FLOW III.

Four o'clock tropics
Curtains of hard-driving rain
Wash cobblestones clean
Rivulets forming puddles
To catch raindrops break-dancing

-CS