I am behind (hahaha, so what else is new?), but I will catch up!!!!
She Fell Through the Cracks
I lost myself in happiness until it died. Upon awakening, perspective altered. My soul ached. Where am I? What happened to the young woman I was?
Time transported me into a dire desert of aged pain.
My choice wavers between fighting and submerging.
My claws extend.
even when words evade
Let them rise from you
your heart, your soul, your brain
Take risks, pour out despair
Care to create your truth
for there’s no one else who can
Write about what matters to you
for your passion will show
Write about what you know
and what you don’t
Play in the land of make-believe
Create worlds you wish to visit
make them vividly real on paper.
But mostly dear writer,
Listen to criticism, take what’s true
but never let it own you
so you never write again.
The same for rejections.
Don’t reject yourself.
But never ever quit.
Signed, Someone Just Like You
lost in the past, some halcyon, sepia-tinged fantasy days, cherub cheeked, chuckling, she felt lovable
now her life’s vintage, alone every move, love’s fleeting, mind dance of memories
his love cavorts away
I’ve done some introspection about my writing, wondering if I’m just putting enough effort in to get by and not enough to be good. Do you ever feel that way? But what does it take to be good? You possess all of the tools, but what else is there? I think I am trying to sort through that in my poem. Thanks for reading.
Image borrowed from the OctPoWriMo 2018 website
My love affair with words Continue reading
It’s the October Poetry Writing Month! Let’s see how many poems I can manage to write this month! (There was a little sarcasm in that line, but if you didn’t notice, don’t worry. 🙂 )
Living in Virginia, I try to keep my feeder up for the northern batch of hummers migrating to the Caribbean (lucky them) or wherever it is they winter. As tiny as they are, it’s amazing to realize that they don’t fly in a flock but make the migration entirely on their own, flying low during the day to see flowers or feeders and then resting overnight. Bon voyage until next year, my tiny feathered friends!
Update: Posted the wrong url. I was really not supposed to share this. 😀
Do you believe in cosmic intervention? Okay, I admit it. I am sometimes overly superstitious, believe in signs that may or may not be there. And I wonder what it means when I look at a clock three days it a row in the afternoon and it reads 2:34. It’s got to mean something, right? Or maybe my subconscious is at work and it compels. That’s not quite as dramatic though, is it?
So what does this have to do with anything? I wrote this piece last night and then the lights went out, literally. Which, of course, meant my wifi went out and, bingo, no internet so I couldn’t post the piece. Did that mean the poetry was so bad that the gods were intervening? Did that mean I needed to rethink? Well, let’s find out. Because I’m about to post it and if the lights don’t go out….
This was written for dVerse.
Written for dVerse.
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The Golden Years
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This was written for dVerse. Thanks, Frank, for today’s prompt of heartbreak and frustration.
Photo by Sascha Darlington, Deep Dream Generated
Summer and Dog
The day is short
cicadas and crickets Continue reading