It’s national poetry month… Which means that there is several places doing prompts and a great many poets are doing P. A. D. Challenges. Now, for my non poet readers, that stands for Poem A Day. I am however a bit of an overachiever. I am striving for three poems a day in April. So far I am ahead of the curve. Three yesterday and four today… But it is exhausting, so I may not be able to keep it up through the month. We will see. I will be posting at least one poem per week – some new, some already published. So keep an eye here for that.
Serena’s Rust, gore, and the junkyard zombie is already back in my editor’s hands. Pre-order is still available on Amazon. It’s going to be releasing May first.
April is going to be an exciting month… Keep watching to see.
Writing of any kind is often a growth thing. A ever expanding learning experience. With soul’s door I had better equipment and access to better ability for layout than I ever have.
So thusly, it is the poetry volume that is the best looking. I am now going back and redoing the layout for the previous volumes. Not that they looked bad… Just on the kindle the poetry tended to run together. I can fix that easily now. So for the next few days I will be releasing releasing as I finish them updates to the poetry volumes I have out.
I’m sick. And when I get sick, I get maudlin. I got a notice that I was getting a deposit from Amazon for the books that I have available. It is the biggest deposit yet, a whole $2.77. That amazes me. It is a sign that people are buying the books that I have written… Mostly poetry, but I have some children’s books and a novella (as Serena).
When I told my mother that I was published her first question was if I had made any money. At the time I stumbled with my answer because I had only made thirty some cents. The fact that I had made anything was a miracle to me, but I knew that would not be what she wanted to hear.
For me, publishing is only a way of being heard. Still, making enough from my writing to buy a drink…. Well it humbles me. Would I like to be able to pay the bills through it? Well of course. I am not stupid. I just choose to be thankful for the small things. How often does changing the perspective change the way something feels?
Small miracles lift up the downtrodden. I choose to see this as a small miracle, so that I am uplifted. What perspective can you change to adjust your view?
Sleep sweet child, For day is done.
Rest your body
Calm your mind,
And enjoy your dreams.
Let all your worry
Cease and leave.
All your troubles
Be gone and done.
Close those eyes,
My sweet little one.
When with the morrow,
That sun does rise.
Raise your head,
And open your eyes.
Explore a world
So fresh, so new,
Explore the world.
It’s there for you.
It’s your voice i hear,
When my doubt is high.
My hesitation stems
From you not hearing
Each echoing cry.
I show you my art,
My blood, sweat, and tears.
In hopes of pride swelling high,
all you can do is huff and sigh.
Tis but doodles you claim,
I guess you really do not see
How deeply it is you are cutting me.
I show you my words, written with care,
Shared so intimately.
Only to feel disappointed again.
No pride in me,
All i hear dripping from
Those lips i love,
Is how naught i do
Is ever good enough.
I have decided to share a poem from each of my volumes of poetry, including my w.i.p.
from A pocketful of poetry : Don’t blame me
from creative Juices : Creative Juices
From Sacks of Wit : Vibrations
From Word Play : Vocal
And lastly from my Wip….
Life Drops : Anxiety
Go find a wonderful poet and enjoy! Here is some of my favorite Poems and Poets.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson
Edgar Allan Poe
Edna St. Vincent Millay
There are many more, but these are some of my most favorite.