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Sweet Nectar Symphony

Sweet Nectar Symphony. A beautiful poem about honey, that sweet nectar of the bees.

A Poem from Imelda

In meadows sweet, where sunbeams play, A golden treasure hides away. Beneath the buzzing, busy bee, Lies nature’s sweetest alchemy.

Oh, sweet nectar, pure delight, A symphony of taste takes flight. Amber rivers, sticky gold, A tale of sweetness to be told.

From blooming blooms to honeycomb, A labor of love, a journey home. The bee’s dance in a floral trance, Creates a treat, a tempting chance.

Spread on toast or in tea’s embrace, A spoonful takes you to a gentle place. Nature’s gift in every drop, A taste that makes the heartbeats hop.

So savor slowly, let the flavor bloom, In every jar, a fragrant room. Oh, delicious honey, a sweet encore, A treat that nature’s whispers bore.

Beeswax Candles, Raw Honey, Maple Syrup


It was late at night, I was watching the magnificent heavens deep in the woods at my home in Mason, WI  which inspired me to write this poem of constellations I was familiar with and those I researched.

Scripture explains it in brief: 

“I Chronicles 29:  “Blessed are You, Lord God, our Father, forever and ever.  Yours, O Lord is the greatness, the power and the glory, the victory and the majesty; for all that is in heaven and in earth is Yours,  Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and You are exalted as head over all.” 

Psalms 8:4:  “What is man that You are mindful o f him?

Beautiful galaxy poem space NASA poetry Imelda Dickinson
Man’s instruments in space probe God’s creation
God, in His Spirit spoke majestic dictation
Stretched out across heaven’s limitless expanse
Wondrous works create chambers grandiose dance
Sun’s 860,000 miles diameter glowing globe
His gas ball sphere beams in bright golden robe
Ten billion fuel supply years for us He planned
Planets, moons revolve around sun scanned
Made to survive five billion years, cooled by solar wind
Sun balances other heavenly bodies God disciplined
Explosive power of more billion hydrogen bomb’s power
Enormous sun spots as large as Earth it could devour
Planets named circle sun’s space motions raced glory
Yet God, in the beginning, breathes Creation’s story
No small wonder pagans worship its gleaming
On pathways through ages more brilliance streaming
Holy Bible remembers journey from Genesis to Creation
In the beginning God’s word formed every foundation
Night skies radiate stars known, or not yet found
Be in heavenly places or on planet Earth’s ground
In Your Majesty, God, you ride solar wind’s wings
As created each song of You creation sings
Stars to God of the universe chorus His wonders
Whisperings or bolts disciplined in praised thunders
Who shall ascend holy hills of spherical channels?
Who forms each pulse, trail way in sky’s panels?
Who can fathom God’s majesty of stellar rays?
Who can set planets to spin sideways?
Who can shout as God bolts loud thunder?
Who moves mountain peaks, volcano’s lava asunder?
Who can look upon luminous lightning’s face?
Who has 20,000 chariots in celestial holy space?
Who shall stand in God’s majestic place?
God, who is everywhere in heaven’s pathway ride
Shakes and drops Earth at His dimension wide
His strength spoken in planet’s cloudy face
In His majestic celestial heavenly place
Where is God’s knowledge, where His reservoir?
As He sets cloud heights or opens celestial’s door
Where is His sanctuary hid in chosen high dwelling?
Who counsels an Almighty in heavenly secrets telling?
Who in heaven is compared to Lord God evermore?
Heaven and Earth is Yours, works ever open to explore
Thou has set borders of all edges of Earth
Designed shapes of each star, each meteor birth
Thou has prepared daylight and nightfall for time
Thou wondrous works declare upward climb
Thou prepares lights blazing, blinding sun
Bursts of pulsars, burst bangs of radium
Windows of heaven God opens and shuts
Pathways of lights He neatly cuts
Possessor  of celestials is God, majestic most High
Majestic masterpieces Yours in Alpha Centauri
Who multiplies stars in night skies, gives dew moist morning?
Who moves ocean depths for dangerous warning?
Gates of heaven stretch forth at God’s beckoning hand
Frontiers vast in sized wonders each aura You command
Portrays panoramic stars multitude twinkling in view
Milky Way 200 billion starred colors of beauty You strew
9,000  miles a minute or arms reach out to You grand
Glistening, shimmering, lighting each strand
One side of heaven to the other side lighted walls
Respond to God’s creation, obedient to His calls 
Heaven invites Earth to witness complex spread
Precious things of heaven, studied from God head
Listen to God of Creation, he made you to hear
Sounds of His Majesty glittered sights as they appear
Who should go up to heaven for us?
Who but His Son, Jesus Christ, so glorious
Glance toward glimmering heavens to see
Why is God mindful of man, of you, of me?
Of erring mortal humans, degenerate refugee?
God looks down from on high, upon children of men
If there were any to understand, did seek Him, when?
Yet, man flatters himself with his prideful eyes
Words of deceit, mischief in his bed he will devise
His iniquity found hateful in thoughts of or he speak
His will selfish, he dwells on week after week
Wounds stink of corruption because of foolishness
His desire to know God finds no need to profess
Man, be more afraid of how unafraid you are
Long ago, the Messiah was born, announced by a star
Who returned as a man, heaven looks down on an only Son
Sent to this earth for evil to overcome
Will you cry out to heaven created Being Woman and Man?
Will you know your days short on earth, count if you can?
Will you know God can bear you up lest feet stumble afar?
Will you know God set His love on man spectacular?      
God of the Bible, out of a whirlwind to man Job said
As questions, spoke clearly in Bible read’
Where were you when I laid Earth’s foundation?
Where are your supernovas, sky islands in flotation?
Where were you when measurements were set in line?
Where were you when bases set foundations laid fine?
Who closed tombed seas with walled doors for returning?
Who made garments for clouds, dark, thick or churning?
Who made proud sea’s high waves to stop?
Who made Dawn waken bird song‘s melody eavesdrop?
Who commands each morning to know summits place?
Who entered curled springs or shimmered sea’s face?
Who walked watery deep recesses catastrophe?
Who measures light years, measures nebulae mystery?
Tell God, if you know all this?
Tell God of Creations’ metamorphosis!
Who has entered steep storehouses of snow?
Tell God time reserved for distress you do not ‘know
Who has seen dwelling place of iced stones hail?
Who knows days of war or battle to prevail?
Who knows paths Light has divided it’s way?
Who knows East wind’s scatting on tree tops to play? 
Who retains channel vaults for floods when they come?
Who knows father of rain soft or wild burdensome? 
Who knows from what womb came frozen cold ice?
Who knows frost of heaven, it’s birth Paradise?
Who knows deep prisons in caverns oceans vast?
Who splits plummeting stars bold brilliance blast?
Can you bind chain links of Pleiades star?
Can you loose cords of Orion’s expanse far?
Can you lead all constellations in its season?
Can you guide Bear Satellite for any reason?
Can you lift up your voice to clouds crowd on high?
So waters flow in abundance, pour down gray sky?
Can you send lightening that they  may say?
Here we are powerful to crack, split spans skyway?
Can you count clouds as they form drops for rain?
Can you tip jars of water from heaven’s domain?
When dust hardens into masses, clods together thick?
Can you bring rain torrents soft by God’s arithmetic?
Do you know all heaven’s ordinances as made?
Do you know how to fix them on Earth’s created shade?
I will ask you, says God, will you instruct Me?
Who will you contend with, mankind?  God almighty?
Will you annul My judgments when they arrive?
Will your voice thunder as Mine?  Will you survive?
Can you clothe yourself with honor, with majesty?
Who is he that will stand against God, or disagree?
Who has given to God to ask Him to repay?
Who can guide you in the Truth, Life and the Way?
Will calms wild, whirling winds of the sea?
Who makes south wind sky chambers for you or me?
Who makes wondrous works in vast sky without number?
Who brings stars in night skies shine while you slumber? 
Who will question Creator God, “What are you doing now”?
Who discovers depths of knowledge from God’s brow?
Who can disclose portals God’s feet have trod?
Who can reach heights of His heavens, this Father God?
Who can measure heaven depths, length of Earth’s measure?
Who finds His storehouses, His piled blessed treasure?
Who has ascended into heaven, who has descended?
Who gathers winds in his fists or Him defended?
Who has found descending waters in garment cascade?
Who has established ends of Earth’s creation made?
What is His name, what is His Son’s name?
If you know, go to books written of Creation’s claim!
Who discloses broad seas tempest or calms oceans blue?
Who weaves Heaven’s tapestry of rainbow colors hue?
Who can promise assurances like God as He speaks to Earth?
Who fights battles so great, knows armies before birth?
What is man that God should be mindful of him?
What is man whose likeness to God has become dim? 
Made, creation made, in God’s own image is man made
Made, lower than angels in heavenly places cascade
Made, each unique, like stars, planets dissimilar
Made, to shine brilliance as God’s earthly pillar 
Made, to know His Son Jesus tremendous in power
Made, to sing songs in night or day hour
Made, to enjoy all things God created in six days
Made, to have abundance, made to give Him praise
Made, to follow commandments God has written down
Made, to come to heavens He created starred gown
Made, to love each other like l9vers of self
Made, to search hearts for no other gods on a shelf
Made, to give to others in helpless need
Made, to guide and teach children of their seed
Made, to remember laws commanded, written to guide
Made, to follow His Son He gave to shelter, to hide
Made, to feed hungry, homeless or soul lost
Made, to do good works no matter the cost
Made, to glorify name of His Only Son
Made, to become man like man to become one
Made, to be just a bit lower than angels, what stance!
Made, to be honorable, holy, perfect at a glance
Made, fearfully and wonderfully, body and soul
Made, with spirit to desire balance, to be whole
Made, to be a triumph by God’s creative hand
Made, to discover heavenly designs majestic, grand
Made, to be protected, to have hiding place
Made, to be desirous to know Son, Jesus, His face
Made, to sing songs of deliverance when spent
Made, to ask for forgiveness, free to repent
Made, to speak of God… man does not mouth open here
Made, to have ears to listen… man deafens his ear
Made, to see things of God… man looks but sees not
Made, to follow Jesus… man His way has forgot 
Made, to smell creation, man chooses not to smell
Made, to look to heaven… man selects his own hell
Made, as mankind from dust of the earth
Made, poor and needy for God from his birth
If I, mankind, ascend to heaven… God you are there
If I, mankind, make my bed in hell chosen to prepare
If I, mankind, what kind of man will not out of depths cry
If I, mankind, does not know where to go when I die
If I, mankind, does not lift up to heaven my eyes
If I, mankind, will not admit my treacherous lies
If I, mankind, does not seek a Savior’s face
If I, mankind, will not recover, will know my disgrace
If I, mankind, die in my sins for which I choose
If I, mankind, does not forgive, then I will lose
If I, mankind, does not search heavenly purpose here
If I, mankind, will not repent my salvation insecure
Father, we have sinned against heaven where You are
Father, we need to love more Your Son, Morning’s Star
We need to reflect beauty Your character  on sky display
As stars in Your heavens reflect love night and day
Where great signs from majestic heavens parade
When your Son Jesus comes in clouds that You made
Where Your promise we will see heaven open in view
Where if we follow His directions will meet You too
Father, we ask Your forgiveness of sin we have done
Father, help us examine ourselves wrong doing, everyone
Father, dear Father, how could you even care for us here?
Father, our hope is blessed when You send Jesus to appear
Father, we will never understand why
His sacrifice was for us, leaves Your vast heaven to die
Jesus, dear Savior of our souls, loving kind and true
All creative generous love extended by You
Fill us with Your Holy Spirit to tell others of Your Grace
How you came to teach us wisdom, how to behold Your face
How to model and pattern our lives, like Yours in all we do
How to praise Your Father, Our Father, Holy Spirit too
Lord Jesus, Savior, Light of the World constellation
Who betrayed you in courts of persecution?
It was I, it was we, Your image, Your trait
Who slept while you prayed in Eden’s Garden of pain?
It was I, it was we, Your image, Your create
Who helped You with weight of cruel wooded cross?
Not I, not we, shameful pride was our boss
Who nailed spikes in Your hands and Your feet?
It was I, it was we, our sins on your mind beat
Upon You, Jesus, already weak, frail, weary, tired
Battling for us, for me, for all mankind hell fired
You said “It is finished,” in pain you expired
What is man that you are mindful of his being?
Who cried out in thunder when you died?
It was earth You created, not man in his pride
Who bolted from the sky lightning’s flashed cry?
It was lights You created, not men sorry You die
Did rocks crumble on earth protesting Your demise?
T was not I crumbling, my selfishness my disguise
Did bold sun You created refuse to shine rays?
As Your suffering, Jesus mounted last hours in last days?
Your unconditional love for mankind, we understand not
Showered forgiveness on us, if we confess our sad lot
Will we claim You, our Creator in heaven today?
As our way of life, in all that You say
I shall not die, but then I shall live
I shall know God of heaven all that He will give
I shall know His testimony, His statutes penned in stone
I shall live in peace upon earth, I shall not be alone
I shall lift up commandments, seek precepts of old
I shall gather treasures of heaven’s shimmered streets of gold
I shall know Creator God of heaven’s vast expanse
I shall know tiny stars viewed by naked eye’s glance
I shall study Psalms written by David King
I shall know God who made Pleiades, Orion and Bear sing
I shall know chambers of south made for you and me
I shall know great  things unfathomable in my humanness to see
I shall know I have sinned against heaven You made
I shall join ranks witness for Your Jesus’s crusade
I shall know to watch  heaven’s signs You foretold
I shall know Jesus, Your promise to come in Bible old
I shall know Jesus lifted  eyes to heaven when He prayed
I shall know prayers answered with clean heart displayed
I shall know true forgiveness for my own ugly sin
I shall know Jesus died for us on cruel cross salvation’s begin
I shall know God the Father loved me so much
I shall know Jesus’s garment my illness can touch
I shall know when I died, God calls me from grave deep
I shall know my soul immortal in heaven to keep
I shall know trumpet sounds when He calls me from rest
I shall know I loved Him most above all earth’s best
I shall know loved ones, those witnessed about Him
I shall know them saved as  I  from dread Satan’s sin
I shall know God can do all things, as I doubt not His will
I shall know His purpose is not thwarted, but to fulfill
As mankind, I declare that which I do not understand
I declare things too wonderful, I didn’t know His command
I declare all things in heaven and on earth, God’s possession
I declare Creation is too wonderful, I plead my confession
Wisdom must be known by  man, to know her well
Wisdom’s book is written in Bible books tell
Wisdom is precious, more than rubies or gold fine
Wisdom founded earth, established heaven’s stars line
Wisdom preserves them.  Love her, grace her ornaments many
Wisdom blesses you with years, stands atop high places any
Wisdom was the Lord from first beginning to today
Wisdom prepared heavens, God created their way
Wisdom set a compass on depths of heaven’s face
Wisdom established clouds, set earth’s foundation place
Wisdom rests in hearts where instructions not refused
Wisdom protects us from evil thoughts confused
Wisdom is God’s glory, it is His to conceal a matter
Wisdom walks on heavens where Milky Ways scatter
Wisdom is breath of all mankind understanding lifelong
Wisdom is if we tear down cannot be rebuilt as it was strong
Wisdom imprisons where there is no release
Wisdom  restrains waters, they dry up, they cease
Wisdom makes counselors walk barefoot or makes
Fools of judges, discernment of elders away takes
Wisdom brings darkness deep into daylight
Wisdom makes clean out of unclean sin’s blight
Mankind expires and where is he then?
He lies down, does not rise from grave or know when!
Prayers said for their souls knowing not wisdom no more
Until Jesus comes with shouts opens death’s door
So God In His wonder was mindful of man
So God in His wonder prepared salvation’s plan
In the beginning to  end of heavens as we know
We look to God our Creator where our life should go
To our Savior, our Refuge, our Strength, our Tower
In time of trouble, God is to us heavenly power
Beside Him there is no God, no other
Be you Mom’s child, father, sister or brother
He will create new heaves, new earth, as He pleases 
There will be  no more sorrow, no more dread diseases
His powers of the air, of planned planets, set stars
Speak of His glory, Jupiter, Venus or Mars
More majesty to search out, seek wonders misunderstood
Mankind, in God’s image, as majesty, bow as we should
To God of created Universe His glory to impart
Mankind….lift up holy hands, claim how great God Thou art.
Psalm 150
Praise God in His sanctuary
Praise Him in His mighty firmament
Praise Him for His mighty acts
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness
Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet
Praise Him withe the lute and harp
Praise Him with the timbrel and dance
Praise Him with stringed instruments and flutes
Praise Him with loud cymbals
Praise Him with clashing cymbals
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Creator God, who made the excellency of sky and spread out heaves and stars in their multitudes, thank you for being mindful of us, human beings, to have the privilege of being created in Your likeness of which we are not worthy. Help us to be grateful by the love of Your beloved Son Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit that enables  us to be aware of our frailty and correct it. Give us power to witness to others about Your creative works and majesty.  Help us to realize each day the majesty of creation and dwell on Your beauty and holiness. Thank You for all You created in the handiwork  of Your hands for our pleasure. Help us to reflect every day, every hour and every  moment, God in Your majesty. 
Copyright Oct 26, 2011, Imelda Dickinson

My latest book is complete and here comes Spring!

Hello everyone! I’m very happy that winter on its way out. My daughter Julie and I watched the lovely sunset the other night.

My newest book “Personolly Yours Too” is complete, and I am looking for a publisher. For this book, I dressed and made outfits for 61 dolls in this book! It’s been fun. Make sure you follow me on my website and on Facebook if you would like to be alerted when my book is available for purchase.

My next project will be planting spring flowers.

During this cold weather I have been amusing myself with reading, poetry, music and watching some classic TV programs, like my favorite Mr. Ed, The littlest Hobo, The Honeymooners and green acres.

I would love to hear how you are doing.

Love as always, Imelda and her butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

Beautiful Minnesota Winter Reflection Snowy Lake Pine Forest
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2020 Winter injury update

Last November, I slipped while working in my sewing room, I went to a doctor who ordered X-rays. Let me tell you, I don’t want to go through that again, it was very painful and stressful.

Now I have 4 fractured vertebrae and had to be treated in two different hospitals which resulted in my being in a nursing home for two weeks.

Now I’m back home but I need to wear a large medical back brace for at least 3 months. The brace is very helpful, it helps me to sit up and walk straight.

I miss working on my book, the doctor tells me I should take a break from it for at least 3 months, as my back would be curved if I was working on my laptop for extended periods of time. So unfortunately, I’m taking an unwanted break from my writing. Luckily, I was already half finished with my book before my accident.

My daughter Julie has been with me continuously from the beginning of this whole ordeal. All of this and she is also taking care of my sister-in-law Liz. I’m staying with my grandson Bradley right now and he is taking such good care of me. I am very loved.

Think Spring! My little birds and squirrels fight over control of my bird feeders on the deck, it’s fun to watch.

Think Happy Thoughts!


Imelda Dickinson Author

Winter’s almost here, update on my new book in progress.

I’m feeling elated about my new book, filled with poems about 45 beautiful dolls and their interesting and magical stories. Winter is coming in the Northland and I have completed 28 of them so far, so I’m on my way!

Progress has been slowed because I broke my arm and ultimately needed surgery. As a complication of the surgery I have nerve damage, less mobility and it has greatly effected my writing. One must move on however, and the writing shall continue.

On the brighter side, my grandson Brad just too me and my daughter Julie to see the movie Downton Abbey. I watched the series and I read the book so I was really looking forward to seeing this movie and I was not disappointed.

Think happy thoughts, I will write again soon my friends.

Imelda 🦋

Imelda Dickinson Personolly Yours Too Butterfly Doll

Update on my second book; “Personolly Yours Too”

Hello! I am back to my book preparation with Personolly Yours Too, just sent three dolls complete with poem today.

Have 45 people who want dolls. I have sent out 23 already.

Waiting for documentation on some, and working on individual ones I have started.

Had my left arm plate removed in December last year and nothing but pain and complications, going to a specialist and waiting for x-ray results, but I keep on working on my book and I’m taking care of my sister Liz.

See you on my website or my email. Love as ever, imelda.


Spring on it’s way to the north land after a very snowy winter

The past few months have been difficult, with post surgery complications on my left wrist, however I’ve been getting my dolls together for my next book and just finished a 850 word poem for a doll with many interesting attachments.

Spring on it’s way to the north land after a very snowy winter love to all Imelda.

Update on my second book.

I have 46 people who want dolls.  So far I have 21 of them dressed and 7 poems written and the rest in the planning stages.  Will be some very interesting stories to write poems about.  I really enjoy getting ready to write the second edition called Personolly Yours Too.

I also recently moved my sister-in-law Liz back to Ashland where my daughter Julie will help me take care of her. I’ve been taking care of Liz going on 7 years now and her dementia is getting worse.

Imelda Dickinson hard at work on second book Personolly Yours too

Double cataract surgery. Recovering well!

I have had two cataract surgeries and still in post operative recovery for one month.  Cannot get corrective lens for another month, so I see more clearly but not good yet for reading or close up.

These are my new glasses, what do you think?

Imelda Dickinson glasses

Superior author, 87, keeps up gardening, teaching and helping people.

Imelda dickinson reads The Woman Today duluth mn

At age 87, Imelda Dickinson is on a mission to contribute
her talents and to help people for as long as she is able.

The Superior woman works in health care and spends
what time she can on a variety of hobbies, including
sewing, gardening and writing. She retired at 65, but missed
working, so she spends 35 hours a week in home health
care, taking care of family members.

She began sewing lap quilts for disabled veterans and gets them to people in need through local groups. And you can even find her online at

Dickinson enjoys sharing stories and last year published
“Personolly Yours,” a collection of poetry and prose that tells
stories through the eyes of a doll.

“It’s a collection of 44 stories that I started writing 25 years ago. I would dress up a doll for a story I wanted to tell. The first one was Emily Dickinson. My father was related to her.”

What Dickinson shares includes some fantasy, but is in large part true stories from her interesting life.
Dickinson is originally of Saint Cloud, Minn., one of 13 siblings who lived in a 14- room house. She speaks fondly of her family — particularly her parents. As a girl, she spent time climbing trees and listening to her parents play music. Her mother could play eight instruments, and music was valued in the family. The children would trade chickens for music lessons. “In earlier years, Mom and Dad started a western band,” Dickinson said. “It was in the depression years.”

Dickinson’s father was a hardworking man who loved his family. He was educated only through the fourth grade and helped raise his nine siblings. He grew up to build a family farm of his own and work full time. Dickinson’s mother was born on a farm.

When they had their own kids, farming continued to be an important part of their lives. Dickinson’s family lived on a 250-acre farm. They raised cows and tended a one-acre garden by the house. One of Dickinson’s chores was to clean the machine used to milk the cows. In the summer, she plucked potato buds and pulled weeds. She helped clean canning jars since her hands

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were just the right size. The girls often helped their mother cook meals for the family and do laundry.

The family would play card games and listen to the radio. Some of their favorite programs were “The Lone Ranger,” “The Twilight Zone” and “Inner Sanctum.” Once they got a television, they would watch the “Lawrence Welk Show.”

When the circus arrived in town, Dickinson’s father would take them to see the show.
The children would go skating at a field near their house in the winter and check out books from the library.

As they grew, their parents allowed them to go to the Coliseum Dance Hall for dances — on the condition that one of the brothers would make sure they got home. Every Sunday, Dickinson’s family would attend church. The family needed two pews to sit together.

Dickinson grew to have her own family: three daughters, five grandchildren, one great-grandchild, and eight great great- grandchildren.

She was the first in her family to earn a high school education. She earned a master’s degree in natural health — the lessons her parents taught Dickinson on the farm took root and grew with her over the years. She loves fresh vegetables and sharing her knowledge with others. Healthy living is something she’s passionate about teaching. She has taught classes on vegetarian eating and handling stress. 

Even today, when the weather allows, Dickinson can
be found growing peas, carrots and other vegetables, and tending her flowers. She continues to haul wood, rake leaves and shovel snow. “Be kind to one another and value friendships,” she advised. “Appreciate small things; they happen more often. I go to bed and thank God for another day of life.” 

With an eye on the future, there is a second edition in the works titled “Personolly Yours, Too.” Dickinson is still working on it and looks forward to sharing more stories and adventures.

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Read this story online: or download as a PDF.

Story written by by Kayla Felien

Think Spring!

It is snowing up to ten inches tonight here in the Northland as I am inside, safe and warm writing a poem for one of my dolls to be gifted for my second book.  So far I have 14 people selected for the book and four pending acceptance.  Fun.

My wrist is not healing as it should.  Hope I am not allergic to the plate that was placed surgically.  My cracked right rib is doing well with natural treatments and rest.  I don’t have time to be an invalid with better things to do. ha ha ha.

I am scheduling a poetry reading in my home town of St. Cloud, MN right after Easter.  I will be interviewed beforehand by request of a reporter of The Daily Times, the local newspaper as soon as the Librarian schedules date and time

Think Spring!!

This beautiful Hibbing winter wonderland photo is from Dale Gordon

Good news about my wrist!

You may remember that I broke my wrist a few months ago while pulling a sled full of bricks across my sidewalk. Well, I’m happy to report that I’m through with physical therapy now! I’m able to use my hand and I’m even driving again. Boy did I miss that! Thank you all so very much for the warm and loving wishes I received.

On another note, I’m thinking about writing my second book; “Personolly Yours Too”.

Stay tuned and I will keep you posted.

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A doll of a poetic tale

Shelley Nelson Imelda Dickinson holds her ballerina dolls that helped inspire her poetry with their stories. At 87, Dickinson has published a collection of long poems and prose inspired by the custom dolls she’s given to family and friends. “Personolly Yours” is her first published work and has taken 25 years to write.
Imelda Dickinson holds her ballerina dolls that helped inspire her poetry with their stories. At 87, Dickinson has published a collection of long poems and prose inspired by the custom dolls she’s given to family and friends. “Personolly Yours” is her first published work and has taken 25 years to write. Photo by Shelley Nelson

“Dollies” have long inspired Imelda Dickinson of Superior.

They’ve inspired her to stitch wardrobes that match their personalities to give away, and they’ve inspired her to tell her stories in poetry and prose.

Her own dollies reflect her long-ago desire to be a ballerina.

And most recently, dollies inspired the 87-year-old to become a first-time published author with the release of “Personolly Yours.”

“It’s a collection of 44 stories that I started writing 25 years ago,” Dickinson said. “I would dress up a doll for a story I wanted to tell. The first one was Emily Dickinson. My father was related to her,” a cousin.

The stories cover topics such as love, family, forgiveness, tragedy, the Great Lakes, adoption, animals, holidays, laughter, music, America and the sky.

“The stories are 99 percent true,” Dickinson said.

Dickinson said her inspiration came from family and life experiences.

“All my brothers had a doll,” Dickinson said. “My brother (Frank) was a captain on the ore boats and so he always had her in the crow’s nest — so it talks about the Great Lakes.”

Dickinson said she never imagined her brother Frank, a “manly-man” would ever want a doll, but no one dared mention it as the doll looked out from the crow’s nest.

“It talks about music because my mother was raised in a very musical family. She could play eight instruments and she didn’t know how to read a note.”

Dickinson said her brothers and sisters were all very musical.

“I wanted to learn, but I wouldn’t carry a dead chicken to the nun’s house, so I didn’t get my lessons,” she said.

Dickinson was a reluctant author because the stories are very personal, she said.

“I give the dollies to family, and later friends; then my daughter Molly said I should publish,” Dickinson said. “I said I really don’t know if I should. This is very personal to have my words out there for everyone to read. The stories are very personal. She said ‘all the more reason.'”

When she decided to publish, Dickinson said getting published wasn’t easy. Publishers either wanted a lot of money to self-publish or they wanted her to get an agent. She finally decided to self-publish with Amazon.

“I was glad I decided to publish,” Dickinson said. “I didn’t have the reservations I thought I would have. Everyone who has a family can relate to this book; that’s why I’m glad I decided to publish.”

She said that reviews are starting to come in and she’s pleased people like the book.

“If you like long poetry … similar to Emily Dickinson style, you will love this book,” Brad Saint George wrote in a review on “Imelda spent decades giving away custom, unique dolls to her friends and family. Each doll tells a story, some sad, some happy, but all interesting and well told.”

Dickinson said she’s even considering starting a second book, “Personolly Yours Too” and has 13 people lined up who would like their stories told.

“Everyone has a story,” Dickinson said.

“You don’t really have to grow up reading my book,” Dickinson said.

In addition to Amazon, she said she has a few copies on consignment at Zenith Bookstore, 308 N. Central Entrance, Duluth. But to get copies of the books with images of the dolls, contact her through her website at Those are the only books that come with images of her customized dolls, Dickinson said.

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Lovely sunny day in the Northland

Lovely sunny day in the Northland. My wrist is healing better. More active with the therapy also. Not quite ready for my poetry reading in St.Cloud, Mn. Hopefully in spring of 2018. Still busy with my sister Liz. She went to the hospital because she fell at home, no injuries though. Other family doing well. Keep in touch. Love as ever.


Tonight I attended the “Ask a Published Author” event at the Duluth Public Library.

Tonight I attended the “Ask a Published Author” event at the Duluth Public Library. It was a great meeting with an excellent panel of professionals in the literary field. There were some great questions fielded by many writers in the beginning stage of their profession. It was a very informative and educational meeting and I think everyone really enjoyed themselves. I’m glad I was able to attend.

The panel consisted of:
Robin Washington (Journalism)
Margi Preus (Children and Young Readers)
Lucie Amundsen (Memoir)
Dudley Edmondson (Non-Fiction)
Danielle Sosin (Fiction)
Ryan Vine (Poetry)
Amber Laura Young (Romance and Self-Publishing)
Claire Kirch (correspondent for Publishers Weekly Magazine)

Ask a Published Author

Happy Thanksgiving All!

Had a few more poetry readings in the Senior Citizen Centers in Ashland and Superior WI.  Fun.
Had a big poetry reading scheduled for the public library in my hometown of St Cloud, MN but on August 28 I fell near my home and fractured my left wrist.  Had to have surgery Sept 6 and a plate was put in my wrist.  Wore brace till it healed and now I am undergoing extensive occupational therapy.
It will be next year for sure before I can do any more readings.
I will remain positive and keep you posted.

My first book signing!

April 26th, 2017.

I had my very first book signing at the Vaughn Public Library in Ashland Wisconsin last Tuesday the 25th of April 2017.

The weather was bad so there was not a large turnout however I was excited and consider it a learning experience. I’m certainly looking forward to my next event, check the event section of my website to see when and where I will be!

I’M PUBLISHED! Feb 6th, 2017

I’m very excited to announce that at 87 years old, I’ve just published my book Personolly Yours and you can get your copy here:

Product details

  • Paperback: 345 pages
  • Publisher: Independently published (February 6, 2017)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1520532032
  • ISBN-13: 978-1520532035
  • Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.9 x 9 inches

Book’s done, looking for publisher, spoke with Emily Dickinson museum.

It has been a long time since I have written my periodic postal letter.

I have been busy writing my dolly book “Personolly Yours” and it is now complete, edited and I am in the process of looking for a publisher.

You will be pleased to know the first poem is written and dedicated to author/poet Emily Dickinson in her memory.

I have talked to an agent of her museum in Amherst, MA and they will accept a copy of her poem with pictures to display in the museum.  I will do that soon.

It has been exciting and stimulating to complete 41 of the adult poems and two children’s stories in epic poetry.

As soon as a publisher will accept my work I will post the publisher on my website, as well as get my postal letter out to those who do not have electronic viewing.

Spring has come to the Northland, and I have spent much time in my new flower garden plus updating poems not listed on this website.

Emily Dickinson Museum

A Carpenter’s carpenter

A Carpenter’s carpenter

Hearts hurt this mourning, echoes quiet grief

For a husband-father slipped beyond autumn’s leaf

Into winter’s winds so harsh, who can bear the pains?

Yesterday his nearness felt today only his remains.

Remember love like it was, unbroken circles knew

Life’s smoothness for time as it was, he and you

Recall family’s happiness given each a measure

A Carpenter of Scripture cradles a carpenter your treasure.

Poem written October 1986

For my friend June and her family in the loss of their grown son