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
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, stems and seeds, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
stems and seeds
shadows are cast over my eyes as I try to find
the nature of reality inside the stems and seeds
gifted to me while I await the return of the tide within
the heart and stone romancingโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I am excited to share my poem, ravens flying on wings, which is now available atMasticadoresIndia. A big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
ravens flying on wings
the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and reminiscent of the night, reminds me of a time, before transgression, and
possessions of body and mindโฆ
I would be honored if you would go hereand read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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.
I point to each star I see, wanting to believe in more
something beyond the scope of my current ability to cope
with the loss in my heart, living there like a mirage that comes upon us all at once, and we stop,
stare, and deeply revel in a dream for something more to be seenโฆ
waiting, watching, wondering, if what we see is reality, or just as it seems
blurry, through the tears that fill my eyes continuously,
I seek
shelter, from the field of dancing projections that live within my minds limited perfection
and, the paradox?
also living within our heart, is a capacity beyond our ability to comprehend, so at times, we pretend to not notice, yet
the
mobility, and nobility
once seen on a movie screen, now coming home, to you and me,
is so wondrous, we pause, breathe in the healing presence, and realize that all of lifeโs dejections, and, reflections, live within our hearts protection
Magical density perplexes the mind, and all of itโs fantastical notions of worldly subsistence, arriving one after another, in a wonderfully elaborate alien formation.
Cloaking to be concealed, striving to imitate the chameleon that no mishape be revealed.
All creatures hunger for a home, Chimera hungers too, yet doomed to roam a lonely existence within those that know the difference, between the magic in the unseen, while others remained concealed and perplexed by the fantasy roamed ruth.
A being not of here nor there, with segments that do not arrange, a miscellaneous kit.
Everytime it tries, as best it may, to camouflage an offending section, knowing that if seen in the light of day, the result prophesied to be rejection.
Ah, the detection that do insue, yet, there is another way, while you pray and look through your dismay, remember the light is yours to behold, while you hold tight to the known.
Authentically embodies his makerโs creation sown, grandly observing from the creatures monumental thrown; chanting in the kingdom of obscure overlapping dimensional zones.
When I look inside, sometimes is found a diatribe, of ideas, which are moving and shaping experience without the knowledge of the receiver.
Egoic mind in motion, suffering extending roots from craving to attachment. Blinding light of awareness, are you afraid of the parallax light would perform?
Following these ideas from here to there is often pale, until that is, we get beyond the veil.
We often accessorize to people and ideas too comfortably with the gates to our heart unlocked with hope, the void of emptiness remains when the filled absence has dissolved.
We must then make headway, and, stay resolved, by being open to all thatโs at our door, while we learn more about humanities very core.
Welcome others to be who they truly are, by mirroring and refracting off Self. Donโt force situations, solutions once submerged emerge, uncertainty is reality, delve into it.
Experience is a wise teacher, and can shed light on the ideas we struggle with, while we bundle close together, and pray for our very souls.
Detachment does not mean that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you. Soaring above the high planes, be enrolled experience yet not of it.
Experience as the guide, please abide, and delight yourself in the fabric of reality within view, while ensconcing yourself in the mystery of all that is hidden within you.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 