Category: E TITLES

Book Birthday!

Have you caught your Echo Yet?

Wild Wednesday

Well it’s time for this again…

Help me choose what my new volume will be? I have less than 10 poems in Echoes left to write. Each of these are supposed to be Free Verse with no theme….

The writing on this new one will probably be done in November but the volume itself will not be ready for release until next year.

The Things We Do

Tonight the voice is loud.

That voice that says I am not enough.

No matter how much I do. No matter what I list as my accomplishments.

I refuse to listen. So I have been in defiance doing art and writing.

Though I see it as flawed…my view of my art and writing always says that there is no reason why anyone would like it…

I have purposely not been allowing my inner voice the ability to take control.

It is an actual fight.

Tonight I am winning.

The art above was done tonight.

Echoes is now 65/70 poems

Serena’s Gathered Bones is at 13/70 poems

Kingdoms of sin got another 500 words tonight.

There is a story started for Fae Corps publishing’s Spring anthology.

And I did another digital landscape.

I have still got work that needs done. Things that are sitting on my desk with a needs attention tag on them…but tonight I was in the wrong headspace for editing and for making sure that things looked their best. Tonight I did my best to create.

Because when you are feeling like you are not enough – MAKE MORE! so I did.

And if it is flawed…well some of the best loved things are flawed. that does not make them loved any less.

Monday poetry

Though I did share the second during the Poetry Marathon…It seemed fitting to share these two together. Both are titled To do List…

Poetry Marathon Hour Twelve

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To Do List

Get out of bed 

brush that head 

drink some coffee 

throw out the doubts and why mes 

prepare for the day 

don’t forget that you slay 

Eat something more than once 

best if you eat dinner, breakfast and lunch 

keep away any and all doubts 

throw those nasty things right out 

don’t forget to hydrate 

you have too much on your plate 

portion it out a piece at a time 

until you can handle the whole design 

Poetry Marathon Hour Eleven

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From A Differing Perspective

The argument that seemed so dire

to you was to me nothing 

more than Tuesday,

I tried to explain my view

only for you to turn the other way.

My words meant nothing,

you didn’t want to hear…

it was all about you…

much as it always was.

My tears fell unwarranted

to find that you did not care,

so my urge to argue was 

unimpeded by  the need to

head your feelings instead.

Poetry Marathon Hour Ten

Redaction



The choice to censor myself
Is not one that I want to make,
Redaction is not for the likes
Of poets like me.



I perfer to spill my verse
More honestly…
Without the markers
Cross to hide the dream
I want to speak.

Poetry Marathon Hour Nine

Publishing




Maybe making books
Is fantasy,
All inside my head.
Putting together pretty
Words until the ink is red.

Maybe making books
Requires a bit of whimsy
To see the dreams
Contained within.

Poetry Marathon Hour Eight

I had nothing to say about the prompt for this hour… so I wrote what I wanted to…

Am I the Mistake

I understand now
That you were right,
I was your mistake.

That doesn’t mean
It was in any way
On my shoulders,
For I was a child
Whose only responsibility
Was growing up.

You made the mistake
In having children
You could not love
Unconditionally.

Poetry Marathon Hour Seven

What is Love



So much that the poets
Have debated,
Ancient song lyrics
All have joined in to ask,
Not a answer amongst them…
Just another question to ask.

What is love
More than a debate
On human nature,
Emotions, and understanding
Time for grace.