Posted by: janetleigh | August 10, 2008

Our Own Midwest Poet – Scot Young

Midwest poet left
different song fills his heart-
we keep him in ours

Photo Midwest Landscape by Martin Beeks



  1. This is lovely, Janet…….such a warm tribute (and yes, I agree).

    Hello, Jo, and thanks for your kind words for Scot. I’ve really grown to love his work and feel bad that I came to know of his blog only in the last year, I believe. I did a little write-up on him on Poetmeister 4 Poets! a little while back.

    I hope things are well with you and yours. Thanks so much for coming by as much as you do, and please know I try to visit all the blogs I love as time permits, but it seems like we’ve been under a bit of a bad spell around our parts..:( Please see below..:)

  2. Many of us were not familiar with Scot Young’s work. Has he passed away? I did find his blogsite, and its wonderful title: DO NOT BE INHOSPITABLE TO STRANGERS….lest they be angels in disguise, and some subtext: Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight. Perhaps his last poem is posted, done on August 3. I tried to copy and paste it to post here, but he had some kind of block on it. I noticed that Poetmeister is on his blogrolls. Your poem is lovely, and warm, and heartfelt.


    I’m glad you found his website, Glenn. And, no, he hasn’t passed away! God forbid! if I’m giving this impression by using the word “left” to mean he’s departed from our poetic sphere. I needed a l syllable word.. ;> He’s been on my Blogroll for months and I will miss his poetic offerings on a regular basis. I’m glad he’s keeping his blog active for awhile. Thanks for taking the time to stop in again, Glenn. I appreciate it so much!


    I was about to post another Poetinalia post on my newest drain & drag away from Poetmeister and then thought maybe I should just start another blog along the lines of, Seriosis Dramaticus, instead of weighing this blog down with all my perils of pauline One Act plays.. *groan* It seems like we’ve entered a phase where our older family members and relatives are having major health issues, some requiring hospitalizations that take me away from my blogging pleasures. Now that my Mom is doing swimmingly well, my husband’s oldest and only living cousin, Mary Lynne, who’s 82 years old, has been under the spell of bad luck requiring hospitalization. We had her visiting us from the beginning of July but then she fell while here and became very weak and was hospitalized for several weeks because of a sodium problem and high blood sugar. She just got home last week and now she’s back in the hospital again today. I can’t begin to tell you how many phone calls go back and forth between family & friends when there’s health problems; I find myself just too tired to do anything sometimes. Maybe others will read this, too, and I won’t have to go into why I haven’t been around much, here, and elsewhere, except for the little snatches of time I manage to grab for myself.

    I just want to thank you all so much for coming by as much as you do, and please know I try to visit all the blogs on my Blogrolls that I love so much as time permits, but it seems like we’ve been under a bit of a bad spell around our parts..:( I hope you’ll bear with me while all this is going on. Sometimes growing old(er) is not much fun and we all have something to look forward to, whether it’s mental or physical in nature. None of us get out of this life alive and without blemish. ;>

    Just know I love and cherish all of you!

  4. OH Janet, I’m so sorry you’ve been having such a tough time. We lost my dad last year after nursing him for a long time (he wasn’t even that old, only 70) and it is so hard…….

    I just mailed your a/c that you use for commenting with my password (which I think I’d already done, maybe it got spammed?)……the poeticjustice mail addy.

    Keep well, my friend.

    Thank you so much for your kind words of comfort and understanding, Jo. I’m so sorry you’ve just lost your Dad and can only imagine what it’s been like for you. Caring for someone who’s elderly can be challenging and daunting to say the least. I appreciate all your wonderful support and cyberfriendship, Jo..:)

  5. Janet, Janet–it does seem that along with your heart of a poet, and your dynamic way with words, you have chosen the hard road for yourself metaphysically–allowing your self to have to deal with fibramyalgia, and then the cyclic emotion drain of facing the aging of loved ones; including one’s self. I noticed that you did make it to my site several times in the last week, and I cherish every word you leave behind, sprinkled with pixie dust and laughter and tears. This phenomenon of feeling emotional closeness to each other, even though we have only met in the land of Cyberness, is remarkable–I suppose the equivilancy of what we oldsters used to refer to as a pen pal. Keep your chin up and check in when you can. As to poetry, as you know, sometimes is boils up without provocation, stimulated by all sorts of muses.


    Glenn, I see where you’re going with this one but let me tell you a thing or two about this Damn Disease (DD) fibromyalgia. I’m my doctor’s “poster child” shall we say because I refuse to claim this DD. Or any of the other unusual maladies thrown my way. He can tell I’m not buying into it because I’ve reduced or gotten off all the meds he’d given me for pain, sleep, muscle relaxation, Prilosex for reflux and what all. He knows when I first got it, every time a new symptom or manifestation of the DD popped up I’d be in to see him. For the past 10 years he’s had to drag me in for my annual physical and blood work up. I just don’t see him for anything anymore. If something strange pops up, I just assume it’s some new manifestation of the DD and tell it to take a hike. For the most part, I ignore the manifestations that try to get me down on a daily basis. I do have cognitive deficits left over from Legionnaire’s disease and cognitive deficits also go with the fibromyalgia territory. Because I like to be active and live a normal life, the times I’m suddenly not as active online as people have grown to expect, I feel an obligation to let people know that I’m having trouble concentrating or word-finding. Playing “opposites” – saying the opposite of what I mean – can get me in trouble. Sometimes it takes me a while to assimilate what someone has said or written. During these times I choose not to be online trying to do things that require concentration and focus. I have to curtail my driving for the same reasons. Sometimes my eyes won’t stay focused and wander from one side of the road to the other. Sometimes, after I’ve passed an intersection or gone through a traffic light, I may wonder if I’ve run the light. This freaks me out and unsettles me. Things like that. So I do have some limitations and have to schedule things around these times of less-than-full-attention or awareness. Other than that, I just go about my day from one activity to the next and don’t dwell on how the DD would like to inconvenience me. I don’t claim any of this junk.

  6. so sorry to hear about all the family members suffering from illness.. sometimes,, no,, all the time,, it fails to make sense to me,, the whole sickness and aging thing…

    lovely tribute to scot,, a great poet and an even better human being…..

    Thank God, these things, too, shall pass, Paisley. Overload, over-stimulation and mega-stress turn me into the deer in the headlights.

  7. So sorry that some of my “words” were interpreted as negative; quite the contrary was my intent. I work with blind people. I find many of them incredibly brave and resourceful. From a Zen perspective, we “choose” many of the obstacles and health issues and emotional issues that we later have to face in each lifetime. Not everyone has the spiritual stamina to endure a DD, as you do, as I do. So what I was trying to do, trying to say, in what seems to be my inept way, was I was bestowing a compliment on your nature and your situation. Thanks for the lengthy explication.

    Hugs: Glenn

    Oh, Glenn, I’m so sorry – it’s me that owes you an apology. I just re-read what I wrote and I’m shocked that I sound like a snot and the tone is just awful. I guess what I wrote is the best example of what I mean about cognitive deficits. I thought I was gently chiding you that I don’t wallow in self-pity nor curtail living as full a life as I can despite these crappy manifestations. But whoa, I’m now taken aback by how it sounds while re-reading it. I’m so sorry. I’m really under a lot of stress right now and I know I’m bound to make mistakes in expressing myself, but please know that I wouldn’t intentionally want to hurt your feelings or sound so snotty in my remarks because I just love you to bits, Glenn. You’re such a fine, wonderful, caring and supportive person and I’m blessed to have met you here in cyberland. Please accept my apology – and if we ever meet in person – you have my permission to kick my can from here into next Sunday for coming across as such a brat, ok?

    {{{hugs}}} Janet

  8. lovely words these. :)

    Thank you very kindly, scatterhaiku, and Welcome to Poetmeister. Please make yourself at home. I’m curious as to what you’re all about and will be visiting your site shortly..:)

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