Pad day 3

Day 3 prompt Misguided.

Poetry November 3

When I grow up I hope I am even half the person that Maya Angelou was. Her poetry touched something deep in so many hearts.

Poets November 2

This poet I discovered in a wonderful coming of age story….Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt. It had several wonderful poems nestled in the story.

P.A.D. Challenge Day one

I am going to try to post my poem every day from the PAD Challenge. I am terrible at doing that…lol. I also do not know if I am going to only do one of them or not. I found a couple of options. I usually do the writer’s digest version(Linked above.) But sometimes the prompt does not hit properly. Fae Corps is also posting a daily prompt in November, just as we do in April and November every year.

Today’s Prompt from Writer’s Digest was either Beginning or end.

What would you do with that prompt? What would you do with the Fae Corps Prompt? If you aren’t doing poetry are you doing NANOWRIMO? Tell me about your project. I am really interested in what others are doing this year.

Poetry November

This is by Shel Silverstein. His poetry is often fun and whimsical. I devoured all of his books in middle school.

Monday Poetry

Passions and realities

My newest digital landscape using my Graphics Tablet

Deep thoughts end me up in a random place. I have always had a passion for poetry…Writing it, reading it, studying it. I just really love poetry. I generally don’t like following the rules of poetry because I feel like that makes it harder to express what I want to say…but I still know many of them. I can tell you the rules off of the top of my head for several differing forms. I think that is why I feel most at home on Tumblr of all of the social media…it feels like poetry.

I found this on tumblr earlier…

It feels like truth…I end up shitposting on Facebook, I don’t really do much with Insta or Deviant…though I wish I could. I just end up feeling awkward. My anxiety eats at my posting on Tiktok. Discord I use for Fae Corps…We try to be open but most don’t even know how to use discord much less see it as a viable social platform.

I find it so hard to share my passions for poetry…because it ends up being such a niche passion. So few actually like it. I feel like it is because it was explained poorly in high school and no one takes the time to learn about it past that.. so many see poetry as only for love…Poetry is pure emotion…it is the heart of the poet spilled onto the page…Many people don’t process emotion well.

I think I want to post a different poem by a different poet everyday in November…as well as trying to post my own PAD challenge Results.(Poem A Day)..However it means that I am likely not going to do my normal posts during November. I decided not to have Serena do NaNoWrimo this year as I am incredibly busy. I am prepping Fae Corps’s Children’s books…and doing the PAD Challenge. I also have day to day life.

The other Poets I can Schedule ahead, and that will help. I really want to have you all see some of the amazing poems I have read.

Monday Poetry

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Trying something a little different this week. I did a poem – Have yet to transcribe it…only place I have it yet is in the video form…

Monday Poetry

An end of an Era…Maybe.

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The title of the post is thought catching, Isn’t it. I finished writing Handprints on my soul today. I was trying to decide how to announce it, and the Release date – November 18th… On the blog and I ended up joking that it was the end of an era…and it just seemed appropriate. Each of the volumes feel like a section of my life…

So the era of Handprints is over. I looked through the covers and I think the next general volume will be Thoughtcicles. When I woke this morning I found it was cold. We are at the very beginning of fall. I love fall, but I don’t really like the cold. I feel like I have more trouble thinking in the cold. Since I will be starting to write this in colder weather I feel like it is appropriate.

I will be over the next few weeks starting the marketing for Handprints, alongside Not another Danny…and the other stuff that Fae Corps is releasing. But for today…Here is the last poem in Handprints on my soul.

The last poem.
Literally.
And somehow…
I see eternity.