Poetry 201 Coming



I signed up for The Daily Post’s Blogging University: Writing 201-Poetry challenge. Or practice. Or whatever it is you want to call it.  I’m looking forward to practicing my poetry a bit more and delving more into how it works.  While I hope to be able to post most of it, I’m sure there will be certain things that I can’t or won’t post because at some point I would like to submit some of my poetry to literary magazines.


So stay posted… haha, I crack myself up.  And keep an eye out for poetry for the next two weeks. And you can track other people in this challenge with the tag, writing201 within your Reader.







The Shiny Down or The Ethereal Up

Similar to what I was seeing.  c. K. Branson

Similar to what I was seeing. c. K. Branson

Tonight the sky is amazing.  There is an almost full moon and a mountain sky filled with the most beautiful cotton puff clouds.  There is no breeze and the crickets have started their chirping.  I can even here a bird that I have yet to identify but he sounds sort of like he’s laughing.

I am always accused of looking at the sky nowadays.  I’m always looking up, or remarking to someone how beautiful the sky is.  My mother is forever asking me if all I ever do is look up.  I have to blame her though.  For years all I did was look down at the ground.  I was always on the hunt for something shiny.  And the common comment was, “don’t you ever look up?”

So, now I look up.  I still look down.  You never know when you might find that stray dime or quarter.  The common penny.  Heck, you might even find a washer or bit of shiny glass.

I like to think that I can relate to Shelley (Percy Bysshe) and his poetry being ethereal.  While I’ve yet to read much of his, I did find it to be more focused on the air and light things.

I’m not as grounded as I probably should be. I spend way more time daydreaming plotting about things that are far from reality.  Yet, can you name a poet, writer, novelist, etc. that is actually grounded?  They all have their moments of what could be termed insanity, though I would rather say it’s just creativity taking hold.  Take Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets.  She was more melancholy than others, yet there were moments of pure freedom.

That’s what I tend to do. I shy away from the gloom and dreary things in life.  I think sometimes it will hinder my writing.  I don’t have enough conflict.

Well, I’ll go back to my earlier statement.  I blame my mother on why I always look  up.

Guys Want the Fairytale Too

Just this past day I have been listening to the audio version of Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares by Rachel Cohn and David Leviathan.  For those interested, this book is truly brilliant, and not just for teenagers.  Actually, I wouldn’t even recommend it to a teenager because it is clearly adult in nature.  There is no way someone who is 16 can think the way the characters are in this book.  However, it doesn’t really detract, the fact that they are only 16.  Sure, when I got started, I was hoping that it was more for my age, but I’ve enjoyed it so much, I can’t really complain.

I hope to write a review on it when I finish it, which shouldn’t be too long from now at the rate I’m listening to it.  I actually thought that I was almost done with it yesterday, until I realized I was only on track 2 of 6.  Yay, I’m not done yet!

Moving on, just this morning I heard a couple of lines from the book that just stopped me.  They also enthralled me.

You think romance is just for women.  Ha!  Not according to this quote and when you really look at it, I think you will agree with me.

“You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here’s a hint – ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn’t just the women. It’s the great male fantasy – all it takes is one dance to know that she’s the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know – this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don’t want a very long courtships. They want to know immediately.”
David Levithan (Dash & Lily’s Book of Dares)
Whoa!  Profound isn’t it?  Men always joke that women want the hero from romance novels.  Uh, well, yeah.  But don’t men?  I mean, don’t men want the women, so to speak from romances?  (and for you guys out there who want the guys, okay too. And vise versa, and now I’m off topic)
Anyways, think about it.  All the women in the really cool romance novels, and I’m speaking mostly of pre-modern ones as far as time period goes.  Think regency books.  If you haven’t read a regency era romance novel, you are missing a world of “Jane Austen-y-ness”.  I know, not a word, but that era of balls and dukes, parties and trips to Bath.  (I have a think for regency era novels, bear with me)  But the women in them are beautiful, though sometimes not drop dead gorgeous.  They are , ahem, virgins, most of the time…. And really if you ask a guy what he wants, does he really want a woman who has slept with a bunch of guys?  They really don’t want to know that. 
The hero always knows within a few pages that the girl is for him.  She may be a little slow on the uptake a lot of times, but it always turns out okay.  That first look. The dance.  The rescue.  It always happens that the first girl you  read about, and the first guy she runs into are destined to be together.  I can’t think of one story where the heroine doesn’t run into the hero within the first five pages.  Only more modern ones are like that.
So, that being said, clearly guys want a fairytale too. They just don’t want to admit they are such softies.  That’s okay.  Just so long as I know that they want that, I think it’s sweet.  I don’t feel so silly.
Now, if you are a guy and agree with me, please, I would love for you to post your thoughts and comments.
Ladies, as always, I love to hear your thoughts along this matter too. 
Signing off

Post 1 : Haiku A Day

Well, I’m sort of tackling WordPress’s 365 posting…. A haiku a day.  Bear with me as I attempt to learn the fine are of haikuing (yeah, I know that is probably not a word.)

Now, I’m a couple of days behinds, but I’ll make up for it by the end of the year.  Or I’ll post a couple of haikus a day.  Today you get two, so I will only be three behind.  Please, please comment if you know something about haiku that I do not put into mine.  I’m going off of guess work.

Oh, and all of this is coming from my Haikubes…..so please bear with me.


A Regret About My Romantic Life

My fantasy left

It went slowly through us

The touches are gone


 A Vision For Our World

A gentle fortune

Shines after the last thunder

Leaves us melodic


Even I’m not terribly impressed.  I guess right now it is more just getting the feeling out.  I hope to be more eloquent as time goes by.  I want to thank Jesse for his encouragement.  I might not have attempted this had I not seen his blog.

Signing off


In The Stacks

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She sat on the floor, knees bent.  Sheltered in the back stacks of the library, in the unpopular sections, like poetry, biographies, and various literature, the scent of musty books, aged paper and ink, and time gone by, she let the atmosphere float around her.  An irregular square of light reflected on the wall above her head, its shape constantly moving from the wind tossing around the Norway maple shading the skylight that was the square.

Sounds of rustling paper, the tapping of keyboard keys, and murmured discussions sent a prickle of delight up her spine.  Goose-flesh broke out on her skin and she could feel every hair on her head tense.  She loved this feeling.  It relaxed her like nothing else.  Sometimes she would get the same tingle when someone brushed her hair.

There was a tranquility being in the library.  No one bothered her while she flipped through a book of Emily Dickinson’s poetry.  She read random lines, not really focusing on the words, but letting them roll off her form like water rolls off a duck’s back.  Noticeable, but not.  She floated in mind as she read but still consciously listened to the movement of other patrons. 

A printer  turned on and the warm, whirring motor sound made her feel like she was in a warm blanket.  Keys clicked on a keyboard and she pictured an office with secretaries typing away.  A newspaper crackled as someone shook out the pages.  She pictured an old man with white hair, his glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose.

A couple of school girls came in, giggling and joking with each other, more loudly then they should have been.  The sound jarred her for a moment before she heard the librarian shush them.  They scurried off towards some other deep recess of the library, still giggling.  The heating system turned on and she felt the warm air blow up behind her back.  She was practically sitting on the vent in the floor.

She sat there just being a part of the library.  Hiding in the stacks.

 Okay, flash fiction time!  I think this is my new favorite thing, now that I know that I’m actually doing it.  I love the library.  I used to be a substitute librarian for two years and it was my thing.  I still go to my local library on a weekly basis, more if I have time, and I can be found sitting on the floor in the poetry section, many times.  So if you happen to see me there, ‘shush’, I’m reading and taking it all in.  Probably with the relaxed gooseflesh hair raised thing going on.

Signing off


My Take on LGBT in Literature

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Yesterday, blogger Amanda Rudd posted about her LGBT bookshelf, and the lack of that theme in many YA books, along with it being harder to have books published with that orientation as a focus of the books.  I wanted to voice my opinion here, instead of just commenting on her post.  You can read her original post here, My LGBT YA Bookshelf, which also has another link to a couple other things relating.

I think one thing about YA literature, for one is, most young adults are not reading it.  It is a harder age group to publish in because of the lack of reading.  Having worked at a library, I can honestly say that the Young Adult section was one of the least used sections.  Rarely did anyone check out books from there.  That right there in itself, is a reason why publishers would be leery of publishing a book that might not be as popular as others.  As LGBT is not a majority of the population, it isn’t as popular, obviously.  You are taking a risk to publish within the YA books, and an even greater risk with something that may not make a go.

It is becoming more common to see a LGBT theme in adult fiction, but it still isn’t the norm.  Personally, I do not go out of my way to read books that have that theme, as I don’t fully agree with it.  If the lead characters are of that world, then no, I probably won’t read it.  If there are minor characters in a book that are either gay or lesbian, fine, but it wouldn’t be my main attractor.

Now, I’m sure there are a lot of people out there that would like to be able to read books with that theme, but unfortunately, it isn’t as common of a practice yet.  I think it will take time for it to work its way into fiction.  But in my opinion, the reason it isn’t in YA books is because it isn’t the world’s easiest genre/ age group.

Now, this isn’t the most put together post.  I’m sure I could have delved deeper into the subject, but, as it was only meant to be a comment in regards to Amanda Rudd’s blog, I think it’s long enough.

Check out her original post, and see what you think.

Signing off


While These Visions Did Appear


[via weheartit]

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, act 5 scene 1

~William Shakespeare


I know this is a sad post in comparison to what I normally write, but I am completely uninspired at the moment.  I found this enchanting picture on We Heart It, a website of all things heart, girly and inspiring.  The quote is of course from one of The Bard’s best plays, and as it is midsummer….

Signing off~


The Book Covers I Love

I have this thing about book covers.  I love them.  And that is one of the major ways I decide on whether or not I want to read a book.  If I like the cover, I will pick it up and check it out, just because.  Most of the time I don’t end up reading the book, but it is the cover that calls me.

So today’s/week’s post is fun covers that either stir up an idea I’d like to write about, or they just call me to read the book.















































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Signing off