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Yesterday, I went sailing on my Uncle’s 40 ft boat. Evidently, many other people had the same idea and were parked on the bay side with their flags displayed. As we approached the Gulf Side of Shell Island, a rainbow appeared. It was truly magical- A promise of remembrance of those who paid the ultimate […]
Along Crawfordville highway in between Panacea and Tallahassee is a Ford Car Graveyard. Twenty + cars dated from early 1900’s to mid are arranged in a semicircle from oldest to youngest. My girls and I stopped here coming back from the beach in Panacea. Evidently, all these cars were used on Pat Harvey’s family farm. […]
Florida County Hwy 65 runs from the interstate south through Hosford, FL through Apalachicola National Forest and dead ends on Hwy 98 on the coast in Carrabelle. It’s 54.7 miles from Hosford to Carabelle. While driving down this highway, there are no cities, there are no dollar stores or gas stations or any other […]
As promised, here are the wildflowers I encountered while driving on FL Hwy 65 towards Sumatra in the Apalachicola National Forest. I included the common and scientific name in the caption (for all that I could identify). You are welcome to share any of the pictures or use them as backgrounds. Tomorrow, I’ll post the […]
I hope everyone had a happy International Astronomy Day! Friday night, I finished photographing wildflowers and that photogenic water moccasin around sunset. As I prepared to drive back home, fireflies started to flash their lights in the hundreds (thousands?) . I stayed about another hour and captured them along with the stars. Earth/Sky website featured […]
: Hands Across The Aisle
My Pledge to use my Voice.
My America, the Eagle Distressed To even contemplate that we, as a nation, are akin to an Eagle— one with the Freedom of the skies– to have the time, the Liberty, to speak about this noble bird in any manner with total impunity, without fear of mortal retribution or imprisonment, is absolutely the epitome of […]
Tag Archives: revising
What has been written
that has not already been written?
What has been said
that has not already been said?
Is there no new place,
no new frontier
that man and his imagination
have not explored?
|Can’t a single sparklight up a darkened room?
Can’t a lonely whisper
give voice to those once silent?
Is there not one action
that cannot change the universe?
Is there not one ripple
that cannot be felt across space and time?
***This is something originally written at least 10 years ago. It only existed as the words on the left column. I cut many words and added a little balance; I gave it wings so to speak.
So, I have decided that I am going to compile a short chapbook to give away and possibly sell during poetry readings. I love making books, and this will be no exception. The last book I made, I used paper I created (complete with flowers) and sewed it together by hand.
My list of questions:
1. Which poems should I include?
2.Should I also include my photography?
3.What should I name it??
4. How many should I make??
5. What materials should I use?
I googled, “How to make a chapbook.” and found a good 8 sheet template (16 book pages).
I am using the following resources to help in this endeavor:
I will be posting updates including photos to document this exciting event. 🙂
In the mode of T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland,” I am writing my own epic poem. To do this I created my own meter and rhyme scheme:
For now it is titled, “alpha,” and it is very much a work in progress. I only have 2 six quatres completed. Ha, at this rate it will be a life time’s work. I not even sure I classify it as “worth fixin.”
Anyway, I often use just the first part, or the “six cube” as a type of sonnet. Here is an example:
Enter in my own world
where man does not exist;
Enter in my own land
where goodness doesn’t resist.
Ye, by my very hand,
a tale I will unfold:
A tale of future time
heard only in the hearts
of the future people.
Yet, every story starts
with a simple staple
in the creator’s mind.
This truth comes together
right now- in the present;
For in the now, the past
echoes a small descent
in future; it is last
and first, but neither.
Only with the present
can the future be formed.
But this future lacks man,
yet it is not forlorn;
Although there be a ban
no person can resent
A fair future story.
Instead of man roaming
throughout the whole wide Earth,
Familiar wind is moaning
about a better birth
into golden glory:
A beautiful creature
all wrapped in mystery,
empowered by heaven
now part of history.
Yet, this is engraven
in another feature.
Seriousness: that which is of importance, grave, critical, or somber (dictionary.com). In order to make my writing become something of critical importance, I have prioritzed at least thirty minutes each day to do something writing related. Tonight I sifted through old poems and placed them into two categories: tripe, and worth fixin’. I didn’t realize I had so much of the 1st category and not enough of the 2nd. I guess I need to get busy!
Here is an example of sonnet I think is worth fixin’:
July 21, 2000
Oh ye of the night, be not ‘fraid of the light.
For it defines the darkness you live.
Oh ye of the light, be not ‘fraid of the night,
for even unto moon the sun must give.
Antithesis: day, night; sun and moon light.
Each gives definition to its host.
To each other’s light one must never spite
if another prefers the other the most.
For the sunlight gives way to the night.
And this for one person is sublime.
Yet the night will give way to sunlight.
And for ‘nother person is the right time.
From dusk to dawn to dawn to gentle night.
Everything begins and ends with the light.
Stanza one and the final couplet are not too shabby. However, there are issues with the number of syllables per line (not to mention that it is *not* iambic pentameter). AND the rhyme scheme in stanza two is somewhat lacking. I want a beta reader; editing my own work is difficult. I have left this poem to stew for a very long time (11 1/2 years) and it still needs much polishing.
Even if I were to fix these issues, I doubt I could publish it standalone. I still need to pair this with more sonnets or write prose to accompany it. My initial though upon rereading this poem was the current polarized nation. Regardless of the route I take, I need to get crackin’!