Let’s Try Something New

In September I saw a CFS from Dust Poetry Magazine for chairs, photos of empty chairs, and a voice in me said, yes, send them something, do it, send something in. I don’t know if it is the current state of the world, but my inner me is becoming my outter me and I gotta tell ya it is really working out. I’ve submitted more stand -alone pieces this year than I ever have. Some have been received well and some have been thoroughly rejected.

I feel like I have nothing to lose at this point and everything to gain.

Photo by Danielle MacInnes (Unsplash 2017)

It can be that way for you too. I encourage you to do that thing you want to do. Do it now. Don’t wait! It might turn out or it might not. Thats ok. You’ll still learn something and have an experience.

As far as the submission went: It turned out, y’all!! My photo was including in a cool gallery of chairs! Check out the link and, I don’t know, look at my chair! Dust Poetry Mag Gallery

National Poetry Month Day 4 – A List Poem: Things I need more of

A week or so ago I watched Rupi Kaur’s Instagram live poetry workshop. She did a list poem that I thought was pretty nifty. It was called A List of Things to Share w/the World. I wrote my list that day and loved it. I thought I would do one today for day 4 of National Poetry Month. The title is part of the poem.

A List of Things I Need More of

Laughter
Sunshine
Sweetness
Dance music
Stability
Quiet
Encouragement
Strong coffee, a stiff drink
Hugs/touch

Kisses on my face

This was just a quick poem off the dome this morning. I like it. It’s real and not too complicated. Thanks for reading!

National Poetry Month: #3 – Layers

Day three of National Poetry Month and I’m already more excited and creative than I’ve been in months. Here’s day 3 poem.

Layers

tangled sheet over legs
warm wiggling toes
knee perched
against hip
laying nose to nose

wild hair forms a curtain
falls against
hands & lips & face
fingers chase the laughter
from every hiding place

a gasp, a sigh, roll into one
content
relaxed
though not yet done

names become prayers
that rise like heat
honored, cherished, loved
beneath a tangled sheet

Thanks for joining me on this #30Poems30Days journey. What are you writing?