Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
Well, we are now five weeks into the fall term, and having face-to-face classes for the first time in 22 months. It is both wonderful, and a bit stressful. Thus far, things are going well, and we are now planning to double the amount of face-to-face classes for winter term. All the while realizing that at any moment these classes may need to be switched to remote delivery. We will see.
Iโve also been working on a new partnership with a regional corporation for employee training, which I am excited about. The training program would increase access to education and employment for many in the local workforce. A wonderful opportunity.
As you all know, my focus, passion, and creative energies are still focused on poetry, and I donโt see that changing anytime soon. I am in love with the creative process that has developed within me over the last year, and actually have amassed quite a lot of poetry, which may serve as the basis of a book.
I am planning to reflect upon the book, which does already have a title, and go through all of my poems over the winter holidays; the idea being that a book may take form sometime in the spring.
Of all the poems that have been published over the past month or so, unknown, and already unbound, and dusty, and delicious, are the two Iโve chosen to write about today.
The poem unknown, already, unbound, was a concept that occurred to me while reflecting on my dreams and how worlds (and our associated realities) are socially constructed through our perceptions. Meaning, that, though weโve always been unbound and limitless, conditioning and socialization creates perspectives of limitation and boundness, if you will.
However, when we recognize that we are just like the tree, the sapling, and the seed, unbound, and already always walking into the unknown, so much of life becomes available. Increasing our awareness of these truths, creates a world, reality, and visceral experience of aliveness. Is beautiful.
The poemdusty, and delicious, was inspired by the WDYS#103 photo prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje. I think it is pretty obvious from the poem that the inspiration was, in fact, a reflection of my time as a child living in Los Angeles. My parents would always get donuts on Sunday mornings, and I would await the delivery of these tasty treats with bated breath. Seriously!
Reminiscing about my childhood and writing the poem was much fun, and, well, tasty, even. Ha!
In my last diary entry, I wrote about posting on more social media sites, Insta and Twitter more specifically; and that is now happening. I am getting the hang of both of these platforms, with, of course, support from some of our dear blogger friends โ thank you!
These social media platforms are quite different from each other. With Instagram, I plan to continue to post each time I post on WP; yet with Twitter, itโs a completely different strategy.ย
There is a 280 character limit on Tweets, which makes writing a complete poem a challenge, which is the fun of it. I am committed to writing one โTwitter Poemโ each day through the rest of this calendar year.
Here is an example of one of my recent Twitter Poems.
love lives in the unseen, in the moments in between, in the stars, and galaxies, inside of you and me, and in every living thing, seenโฆ
Super fun. Iโve connected with some of you on both of these social media platforms, yet, if weโve not yet connected, I invite you to follow me, and then, of course I will follow back. You can reach me on Instagram here, and on Twitter here.
As most of you know, I love the ocean; and, I am taking a trip to the coast in about two weeks. I am super excited. I am staying in a different town this time called Waldport, which is just next door to Yachats, which is one of my favorite places on the Oregon coast.
Of course, I will take lots of pictures while I am there, and will post about the trip when I am back. Itโs been a while since Iโve been to the coast, and I am eager. When you grow up close to the coast, or the beach, sea, or whatever the ocean is called where you live, you yearn to be with the water, the waves, the salty air and mist, and the wondrous sea life. I cannot wait.
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose Contest
I am deeply touched and honored to be a finalist in this contest, and to be included in a list of such talented poets. I am humbled. Much love to all of my fellow poets, and to Gabriela for being such a wonderful support to our lovely community.
love lost and unadorned, yet remembered, and stored, for itโs you, Iโve always adoredโฆ
like butterflies have wings, you always see me, as I am, not another iteration of a dream romance
making my towards you, raising through the seas of possibility, and tranquility, I look forlorn at times
yet, know
youโre always there with a helpful hand, guiding me, through ordeals trivial, and those most plentiful, and mystical
remembering this, gives way to a love deep within
like sap running through the veins of a tree, my heart pumps love throughout my beings entirety
holding it in place, creating a soft and textured space, for our loving escapeโฆ
The opening line to this poem, and thus the entire poem, was inspired by a wonderful poem, titled November, by Simmi, of Rose-Colored Glasses? If youโve not yet visited Simmiโs site, and read the poetry there, please do so, it is lovely.
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, your ever loving midst, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
your ever loving midst
eyes, shining bright, just like the stars on the clearest night
when you first came into viewโฆ
I would be honored if youwould go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I look into your eyes, and see reflections of our shared historyโฆ
a puppy once, around the house you trounced, with joyfulness in your heart, a beautiful dance, as the birds swayed in the breeze, and looked on entrancedโฆ
as you grew taller, I followed your lead, and led a life full of joy and pain, both, yet either way, when I returned from the day
there you were, ready to play, no dismay, only love in your heart center on full displayโฆ
an ode to you, on this day, I do then write of your birth on this most beautiful nightโฆ
I sing a song to you of love, passion, and, though we had our struggles, in the end, our relationship was ultimately full of the most blissful compassionโฆ
In response to the WDYS#105 prompt, from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
I skip over puddles, one, two, three, in the mirror images, I see, you refracted back at meโฆ
always loving and kind, despite the pain sitting on the surface of our contoured purpose, reaching deep within, looking amongst the worn out travelers, sin
arises, seems raw, and depletes me againโฆ
tired, and tortured, I look to the earthโs very nature, for a sense of purpose
realizing the feelings, and thoughts, go against the grain
like the trees, bare, and scorched of their outer skins, while flayed and portrayed
in the myriad contexts, where love is at the center, not grim, more compassionate, to the travelers making their way