There’s nothing quite like your very first place on your own. At 47, it seems long overdue, right? I’ve been “on my own” since I was 17, but here, 30 years later, is the first time I have lived alone. Now it’s just me and my little doggie and my very needy, spoiled cat. Freelance writing gigs paid the rent and bought my furniture, all those fun things like a new toaster oven and this super-awesome vacuum cleaner that charges up and hangs on this cool wall hook. I painted some family furniture pieces and set up the macramé plant…
I totally love the looking-back nostalgic sentiment of this poem. I have several poems that do this child-like wonderous look at the world. "Yesterdays," "Firefly Nights," and "In Search of Faeries" all published in my personal pub Fiddleheads & Floss Poetry, were all written from that kind of a headspace--if you would like to check them out.
I thought It would be nice to share my experiences with this Reading Event. I created the event because I feel it is so easy to share our work, promote our work, and simply move on to the next piece we want to write. All of the output is great for us creatively, but ultimately we are missing some of the benefits poetry has to offer us if all we do is create it. Also, as poetry will likely never be a priority on the platform, we have to work a little harder to uplift poetry and poets here on…
The morning alights with gentle calm
in this windswept faerie glen,
and I shiver from the cold ,
touched by the ancient tales, untold.
In this windswept faerie glen
I hear the whispers of a thousand faerie lights
touched as the ancient tales unfold,
yearning to carry on their songs of old.
I hear the whispers of a thousand faerie lights
bursting through the morning mist
yearning to carry on their songs of old
But, I am too weary for music.
Drifting through this morning mist
I gather the hems of my skirt, make haste! …
I thought It would be nice to share my experiences with this Reading Event. I created the event because I feel it is so easy to share our work, promote our work, and simply move on to the next piece we want to write. All of the output is great for us creatively, but ultimately we are missing some of the benefits poetry has to offer us if all we do is create it. Also, as poetry will likely never be a priority on the platform, we have to work a little harder to uplift poetry and poets here on…
You don’t have to sign up at your local college to take a poetry course, although that is a lot of fun. These days, poets are looking for something a bit more remote and self-guided. There are many free courses you can take from the beginner level up through collegiate level learning. If you find yourself knee-deep in a course and feel you aren’t getting much out of it, perhaps a different teaching style or course material would be better suited to your learning style. …
I thought It would be nice to share my experiences with this Reading Event. I created the event because I feel it is so easy to share our work, promote our work, and simply move on to the next piece we want to write. All of the output is great for us creatively, but ultimately we are missing some of the benefits poetry has to offer us if all we do is create it. Also, as poetry will likely never be a priority on the platform, we have to work a little harder to uplift poetry and poets here on…
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Chinese Forget-me-nots,
sprouts emerging
from the soil; they, too,
long for sun.
But some things only linger
outside of windows.
Will they rise and smash themselves
against the glass? Eager to forget me
as quick as you did?
I planted Forget-me-nots,
you see.
Or, will they thank me
for birthing them in that soil,
offering them water,
placing them carefully on the sill
for the sun to warm their soils?
I took care with the
hope of root. One can only nurture
until the point of pain or
limitation, then release
knowing memories are
such fickle blooms.
Why is thank…