Words

Recently, my dear friend, Chuck, posted about The Magic Power of Words, which prompted me to comment…

“It took me years to become a writer. I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up until I was in my late 40s but what finally pushed me in that direction was finally understanding what I loved so much – words – how they sounded, their definitions, how I enjoyed forming sentences or thoughts and what made music and reading so special to me. I had been in love with words all my life. It was time to honor them.”

… and he later asked me to expound on those thoughts. Interestingly, I had already created a draft to do precisely that! I will happily double down on the view that words are special and wonderful and every positive adjective out there – in other words, they are indeed magic to me! But I will also compliment my friend on putting into words for himself how divine words are—then capping off his last sentence with the title and intention of his blog – sublime!

Furthermore, I felt it was important to delve deeper into the subject on a more emotionally-evoking aspect of it for me, and purely because words are that exciting. I see many new blogs on WordPress, where it feels like the commitment to writing and using those precious words well is lacking in the presentation of their work. I’m not just talking about me being a Grammar Nazi (which, at heart, I am) but just taking words and placing them willy-nilly without any forethought to whether they rightly belong in that order or in that thought process. It feels like massive disrespect to those words I hold so dearly. Add to that, they sadly also don’t care enough to spell them correctly, in the right context, or even in a flow that makes sense. It diminishes the glow I feel that words deserve to be bathed in.

Now, I’m fully prepared to be called out that reading is subjective, and maybe the things I’ve mentioned here, another writer could feel about my pieces – I’m not perfect, I do make mistakes in my writing, and gotten called out about it to which I happily thank them. What I’m referring to primarily is a gross misunderstanding of how to write a coherent thought. Words are meant to deliver information about the subject matter, concept, or story idea – not take away from the purpose of what those definitions are relating. Sadly, I’ve read many who, as I said, don’t seem to be that committed to pulling off a sound thought. That makes me sad because I revere words. I hope that we all remember how unique and magical words are, letting this opinion and concern of mine be recognized the next time a post begins to percolate in a writer’s brain.

Thanks for reading! Comments and/or slap downs encouraged. 😉

Reblog – Blank Page

When I look deeper into this piece, I feel it doesn’t necessarily refer to just dealing with writer’s block. Humans are complicated, and sometimes facing things is a long-drawn-out process. Being scared is just one of the emotions one can go through.

ReconnectedMind

A blank page
can be scary to look upon,
as it awaits
your inner messages…

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Bartholomew Barker

Early Birds

How I hate those poets who rise at dawn
to write a couple hours before work—
Wallace Stevens especially, Emperor of Ice-Cream,
my ass! You’re not the only one with a day job.

And don’t get me started on Ted Kooser,
who should be staying up late in the flatlands
to watch the milky way flow instead of drinking dawn
from a bucket some early bird probably pooped in.

My muse sleeps in a bottle and does not awake
until neon lights buzz. She inspires the moon
and I do her bidding beneath flickering televisions,
whipping a ballpoint to get every last drop.

The only time you’ll see me in the stark morning light
is if I’ve had to walk home drunk and forgotten the way.

Holding On

As the soft skin of your leg
conceals the strength of your thigh,
I lean in close to hear your voice—
quiet as dandelion seeds in autumn
with words powerful as a storm.

Hand in hand, enjoying your perfume,
your mouth and eyes straighten,
no longer curved like the rest of you.
I don’t want to relax my grip
but know I can’t clutch onto my desire
without losing that which I hold most dear.

Yes Man

I was the teacher’s pet
not because of my smarts
but because of my charm,
smooth chocolate compliments
and precision tattling.

I knew which bully to befriend
for much-needed protection
and when to stab him in the back
then upgrade to a bigger model.

There will always be men
who think they’re great
and need little guys,
like me, to confirm
their awesomeness.

~~~

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food-inspired poetry was served in 2017. www.bartbarkerpoet.com

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Reblog – To Be Loved By A Poet

I shared this with my husband and he agrees 100%! 🙂 Nice job revealing these truths, Mich!

michnavs

You are the love of my life
and the poetry i write–michelle

to be loved
by a poet,
they say,
is both
a blessing
and a curse

love him and
you unlock
the intensity
and passion
in his heart
you become his
loving muse

betray him and
you unlock
his deepest secret,                                  his darkest side
you become his
most savage
inspiration

you will linger
in his lines
and verses
in his highest highs
and lowest lows
and you will be
immortalized in
his poetry

secret
(For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old wooden door framed by ancient stone, with an ornate key inserted in a rusted, heart-shaped lock)

For Sue’ s writephoto
Thursday photo prompt: Secret #writephoto

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Did Shakespeare Err

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women are players.
They have their entries and exits” famously said Shakespeare.

life’s timeline listed
in the various stages
of a mediocre existence

a simplistic description
by an extraordinary dramatist
of being during simpler times

he writes of societal norms
and average lives
like they were all just average people

those times seem uneventful
if he were alive today
what would he write now

Reblog – Just A Blank White Page – A Poem By Walt Page on Vita Brevis

The meaning of being a poet – simply and beautifully expressed, Walt! ❤

Walt's Writings

I am so honored and pleased that my poem, Just A Blank White Page, was published this morning on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine! Thanks to Brian Geiger, Editor of Vita Brevis, for finding my work worthy of inclusion.

Via Just a Blank White Page – A Poem by Walt Page

~The Tennessee Poet~

©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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Make The Time For Me

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I loved his words.

He loved mine.

A bond since 2018.

people
be they virtual
or in your face

if they are seeking you out
supporting you and your craft
making your efforts known

that’s love, acceptance, respect, and admiration

**This piece was inspired by John – The Mush from the Hill
Sorry, it took me so long, John!! I found my original notes finally! 🙂

Officially Listed On Poets&Writers!!

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December is usually not that great for me. From Thanksgiving until March, my mood is generally cloudy. Thanks, SAD. So seeing me with a smile on my face and my mood up going into the end of this year is a rarity. It’s so out of character for those who know me personally.

After I published Every Day I Pause last year, I became familiar with Poets & Writers. This organization was founded in 1970 and is an awesome resource for writers, publishers, and agents. Their mission is to foster the professional development of poets and writers, to promote communication throughout the literary community, and to help create an environment in which literature can be appreciated by the widest possible public. I made it one of my goals to become listed as a poet with their non-profit. I’m thrilled that I was able to fulfill that objective within a year! Click here to view my profile.

Their requirements to make that happen pushed me out of my comfort zone. But it also gave me continued satisfaction to reach the milestones necessary to become listed as a writer and poet in their directory. Achieving the requirements and now the reward – well, it makes me burst with joy! I’m very happy to be able to be a part of their organization.

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