31 Days of Poetry{day 31} Endings

Welcome to the final day of 31 Days of Poetry.

I hope that you have enjoyed our meandering journey–not that a month can fully discuss everything that there is to KNOW about poetry. It just won’t happen since poetry is a lifelong study, adventure, and for some of us, a calling.


Starting tomorrow, I will be participating in National Novel Writing Month so my posts will not be everyday(if you subscribe to the blog you may be grateful or disappointed. If you don’t subscribe, why not? Enter your email address—-> and you too can have poetry in your inbox). I will be having guest poets for the first time EVER on the blog. If you would like to guest post, leave me an email address  in the comments or shoot at email to: sarahjaskins[at]gmail[dot]com .

Where do we go from here?

About halfway through this journey, I had an idea for 2013. I thought it would be too big, too hard, and too much work. I’m doing it anyway.

I’m calling 2013:

The Year of the Poet

Starting January and going until December, I will be focusing my poetry on specific themes each month. At the end of the month, I will have an e-book for sale of 30-40 poems for sale. Half of the poems will be on the website, but half will only be available in the e-book. Excited? Me too!

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31 Days of Poetry {Day 30} Storm

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry

 

Storm

wind creaks

under door

under window gaps.

silence–stirred up loud–

nothing.

flashlight eats a hole

in the starless dark.

listen—

to the metallic chirps

like mining canaries

(the only remebrance

of power and light)

beep–beep-=beep–

i wonder, what happens

when they stop?

31 Days of Poetry{day 29} Seen

i’ve seen god walk in

upon the tail winds

of a hurricane.

felt the wind

pull on what tethers me

to this earth, this life,

watched everything

bend to him.

but sometimes–

god arrives, silent and slow,

on the back of my housecat

(wanderlust overtook him)

after i’ve given up hope.

31 Days of Poetry{day 27} Links

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

Today, as we do each Saturday, we have a few links if you missed a post.

Next week, sadly, marks the end of our 31 Days of Poetry!

But I have a special idea/announcement/craziness to announce the last day on Halloween.

Curious?

Stay tuned!

Now for your week in Poetry:

Day 23: Play

Day 24: i wonder

Day 25: Seasons

Day 26: Luck

31 Days of Poetry {Day 23} Play

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

We have a lot of ground in the few shorts weeks, and we are shortly coming to an end of our journey in poetry.

Never fear, the poetry will continue into November, but it may not be everyday like this month.

(Brief tangent: while this blog focuses on poetry and the occasional society induced rant, I write fiction as well. In November, I will be participating again in NaNoWriMo aka National Novel Writing Month or the time of year that my Redneck Romeo may have to endure a lot of sandwiches for dinner. I’m going to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I would love a bit of encouragement too. /tangent).

That brings me to the issue at hand for today:

to be a poet, you must learn how to play.

in adulthood,

we drag ourselves from bed to work to home to shit.

repeat.

our weakened state

forgets how we came into our adultness

through playground games

and imaginary friends–

all huddled around the swingset

waiting for us.

Up we swung high

into the pirate sea

into the caverns dark

into cowboy town.

but reality crashes down

 as our dreary load

fueled by endless chatter

of tvsitcomdramareality,

and everything is meaningless

gray and brown–dead.

no wonder every child fights so hard

to avoid our colorless adult lives.

because

 we  have forgotten

the small child

living ing our bodies

desperate for air.

31 Days of Poetry{day 20} Week’s Links

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

Today, I am providing you with the links and topics from the week’s posts!

Enjoy!

Day 16: Quiet or how resting and listening can help you write better.

Day 17: Ritual or how having a set of pre-writing things can help you write.

Day 18: There Will Be Pain or Learning how to use pain to make poetry.

Day 19: Stuck: Writer’s Block and How I deal with it.

31 Days of Poetry{Day 19} Stuck

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

Happy Friday!

Only 13 more days this of our journey, and I must confess that blogging everyday about something I love has been challenging. I haven’t blogged for an entire month ever(I tried in February of last year, and it didn’t work out so well), and I’m finding the act of blogging and writing each day helps me in my other creative outlets as well(like my fiction and my other blogs because once you start collecting blog you just can’t stop!).

This leads me to our topic today. Even when we feel the words flowing and the keys keep a steady beat as letters and spaces and periods bounce into life.

Sometimes, we get stuck. 

We call it so many things: writer’s block, my muse hath flown, just not clicking, the creative juices have dried up.

As writers, we train ourselves for the grammatical issues and stylistic changes and the weirdo in writing group that think everything we write should be thrown out and burned. But we rarely prepare ourselves for being stuck, so what happens WHEN you get stuck?

Well, obviously, we have to get unstuck(like it is that simple).

While I don’t have a magic formula, I do know what has worked for me. I would say that it is has been a LONG time since I needed to get unstuck, but it was just yesterday.

  • Clean: when I feel overwhelmed in a writing project or the poetry isn’t flowing, I clean something. I need to see immediate results. So I straighten my desk or do some dishes. If I’m really stuck, I clean a whole room(yesterday, I was EPICALLY stuck so I cleaned the living room, did dishes, cleaned the jetted tub, and the bathroom sink and mirror.). Once I see results, I can usually write something.
  • Walk the dog or walk yourself:  My desk faces the wall so it often feels like I’m in time out when writing. Having dogs gives me the excuse to go outside and mull over what I want to say, to look for new ways of seeing the world. I always come back feeling better and with something to write.

What tips and tricks do you have for getting unstuck?

31 Days of Poetry{day 18} There Will Be Pain

  Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

As a fellow poet-writer, we feel pain. Perhaps, more acutely than we would like to let on the world. We feel the life- blood of the cosmos pulsing around us. We see horrors from across the time zones, and it stabs us in our tenderest bits of compassion.

We mourn with the dead. We rejoice when the living are cancer free or found or simply alive with us–eating, drinking. And maybe, we poet-writers are the only ones who understand how to really deal with tragedy, to immortalize it with words or ink or paint. Our grief stains the galleries and bookshelves of the world, and we turn ugly horrors into something better.

But it is a burden that we carry–how do we deal with this pain? How do we redeem it?

watch the skies fade

into blueblack ash

from scarlet fires.

night compresses

clutching your inner-self–

strangleholds and air escapes

faster, faster, faster…

burning and seering

memories tumble out.

you try to forget

how your shitload feels

piled high on your back.

you ache, you cry.

but this–

stroke of the pen

on paper to words

to life and breath

corners your pain

like a rabid dog caged…

and sets you free.

31 Days of Poetry {day 17} Ritual

Welcome to 31 Days of Poetry!

We are nearing the end of the month, and I hope that you have enjoyed the journey thus far.

If not, Google some puppy pictures and come back because we all know that puppies make everything better.

(Unless your puppies have taken to humping each other under your writing desk, but that happened to a friend).

Today, I’m covering the idea of ritual…or if you prefer, the ceremony prior to writing poetry.

ritual

when i sit down

ass in chair, screen blinks

the words away from my heart and hands.

i dredge the bottom of everything i know

for a something, a somewhere to begin.

i open up my last trick–

the one that feels like hokum ,

the one that chafes against reason,

i begin my ritual.

i shuffle papers away, stack the sticky notes,

light a candle(pumpkin today)

dust and shelve the books–

clear away the junk and clutter

because all these things

clog my brain and stop the wheels and words.

from cranking out on the page and screen.