I just revised this poem. I revised it because after reading it with fresh eyes I realized that it needed something else, it needed a facelift, a poetic facelift.
I am going to try and practice what I learned at The Martha’s Vineyard Institute of CreativeWriting.
I was fortunate enough to attend this program a few weeks ago and I learned so much.
I came home with a new found enthusiasm to work on my poetry and short stories. So this is my first revision of an old post.
Today, I will invite you to share some of your favorite songs for Music Monday.
What’s on your playlist?
What are you listening to right now?
Are there any artists or songs you want to hear next week?
🙂
I want to be a poet, so I say “I am a poet.” I want to be a writer, so I say “I am a writer.” I have these tales in my head I write them down. I have these poems I place in this dumping ground. They’re rough draft versions that need much work.
Editing- that’s what they need.
Editing, the dreaded daunting task of correcting my own work. In this exercise, I stab my piece and make it bleed. Slashing the prose of my mind, I become the killer—my very own horror movie. Holding a knife I cut through the surface of ideas, what a bloody mess! I begin stitching together the remains- I’m creating Frankenstein.
I have blood on my hands.
I must massacre all my hard work.
The blood, sweat, tears and hand cramps didn’t create an impeccable first draft. I do not want to hack away any piece of them, of the story or the lines of poems. I am, emotionally invested in the purpose of my prose.
Weaving together intricacies, creating new identities, giving life to the characters you read. Even made up people have feelings too!
I know that what I have is a draft. I know that I must continue to create.
I know that I must learn to walk away.
Breathe and take a break.
To write and create!
I forgot it was Monday and that I should be sharing some music. In the spirit of this weekend-here are my choices.
Notice the recurring theme!
Because I am a queen that thing goes on-and-on.
You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer’s conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity.
Check out her blog.
Oh, and her poetry because it is beautiful.
If you have not read everyone’s a aliebn when you’re a aliebn too I wholeheartedly recommend that you pick up a copy and read it. This a heartwarming tale. A book that takes all of 30 minutes to read. This book explores life, death, love, happiness, sadness, humility, acceptance, how to make friends and what a friend is.
It is witty, fun, sentimental and quite humorous.
If you have 30 minutes in your day I promise that you will be so happy that you read this book.
I recently finished reading Maledicus Charles French’s first novel. A work of speculative fiction that is more of a love story within the borders of a horror story. The characters are not your typical heroes, they are all older men in their 60’s and have experienced the loss of someone important in their lives.
What I enjoyed most about this book are the love stories; there is the love of relationships, familial love and the exploration of the love of parents for their children. I do not want to give away any spoilers but there are two points in the story where I felt the sadness of the loss and the beauty of love in the depictions set forth.
This is not your typical horror story, it may not be what you expect. If you are looking for blood guts and terror this is not it, but if you are looking for an intriguing story that gives you the depiction of the power of love in order to defeat evil you may want to check this book out.
Link below:
Life passes by
On that string of time
Waiting for the fateful day
When that string is snipped.
The flickering light
Blown out in the night.
Hence-
We reminisce,
Celebrate the quirks,
Share those memories.
Remember, recall and rejoice-
Celebrate the life of the one you call friend.
Mourn for a time
But don’t be too sad.
Life is too short
And made expire.
A drop of time
Is all we get.
And with that small drop
We fall on the world
Imprint on some lives
Because that’s what remains.
Preserved by time
In the minds of dear friends.
Memories endure when the dash fades away.
Celebrate the memory to the beat of a song
Sing out their praise
And dance all night long.
At high noon and through the night
Just remember who they were.
Here is another one of those men I speak about in my Ode to the Old Men. Doc Chuck is a muse of sorts walking around creating inspiration. He has a way of teaching a person how to find their voice and bring it forth. He is my professor, adviser, mentor and friend.
He steers the ship of learning; towards the shores of knowledge.
Reminding me of a quote from one of my favorite movies” “O Captain! My Captain! ” (Do you know what movie this is from?)
He recently published a book which I am currently reading and enjoy very much. The book; which is titled Maledicus, follows a paranormal investigative society made up of older men (not the average hero). They investigate a haunting and discover the real evil behind it.
Check out Doc Chuck’s Blog: Charles French
“All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” (Edmund Burke)
Originally posted on charles french words reading and writing: (https://cdn.pixabay.com) ? Roosevelt Franklin, the protagonist of my horror novel Maledicus: The Investigative Paranormal Society Book I is a self-admitted anglophile. While a proud American with a very American name who loves his country, he is drawn to the manners and customs of England and the British…
Anger festers deep within
Sorrow
Is your cage-
Holding on to you
All alone-
Pushing away those who draw near.
Pain remains;
Darkness grows.
You’re consuming it whole.
Damaging darkness prevails.
The harsh heated hatred takes hold.
Isolated feelings remain.
Battling the light that shines on through your night;
Smothering it to darkness-
A constant battle ensues.
Struggling to remain;
The light won’t prevail.
At odds with it all.
Alone in thought.
Drowning within.
Isolation remains.
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