Final Thought on Writer’s Digest PAD Chapbook Challenge

I spent November in a world of sonnets.  I loved working on the Poem a Day challenge by Writer’s Digest.  I pushed myself more than I have with poetry before. I could not keep up with writing a sonnet a day. It took me usually two days to write one, and some prompts left me going, ‘Oh boy.’  I struggled with ideas, and I ended up with a lot of sonnets that were winter inspired or sadness inspired.  Hence my manuscript title of Midwinter & Melancholy.  I ended up with 13 really good sonnets that I just submitted last night.

Right now I’m sitting here going, oh did I do enough?  Did I write enough?  I could only send in between 10-20 sonnets.  And I picked my best ones. I had a couple other silly ones that did not get into the chapbook manuscript.  I wrote one about White Christmas, the film, and then a vampire-y one. I had two about the holiday season.  I had my silly Once Upon A Time one.  I wanted to write a Once Upon a Winter’s Night sonnet, but then forgot.  Oops.  It would have worked perfectly with what I had typed up.  Oh well. It’s too late now because the file is out of my hands and now in Mr. Brewer’s.

So now comes the waiting process.  Until March.  I hate this feeling of sending in a manuscript. I hate the waiting. I hate the feeling that I forgot something. Nerves. Paranoia.  Will I ever get over sending in manuscripts?  I sent in a short story in January to three literary magazines.  Now I have to find more to send in to. I have found two.  But I’m panicking.  I panic a lot when it comes to writing. That inferiority complex. The “I’m not good enough to get published…..”  The “Dammit! I’m good enough I’m gonna send it in…..oh God, my work is crap what was I thinking?!!!”  Feeling.

Do all writers feel like this?  Do you feel like this?  Will it ever go away?  Sigh.  Le sigh.  I guess if I want to be published, this is part of the process.  Pardon me while I go curl up in a ball and rock back and forth in terror.  No, just kidding.

So….. There you have it.  I am glad I did this poetry challenge.  I love writing sonnets now and I have kept it up.  My new prompt of the week is Whispers from the guy who’s giving me word prompts. I love these prompts.  I need something to keep me focused.  This is certainly doing it.

So. There you have my PAD followup.

Kate

Double O Vision – Poetry

The friendly poetry challenge continues with this week’s word being “Vision.”  I had started out with ideas of a vision in white… but that turned out sounding too girly, feminine and wintery.  I’m stuck on winter right now. I am writing sonnets on winter, thinking of winter and snow, listening to wintery music. I can’t get winter out of my head. Maybe because it actually feels like winter this year. Snow, ice, rain, snow.  I keepDaniel-Craig-daniel-craig-33189109-498-750 thinking in terms of white, red, grey and black.  I wrote a sonnet for the Chapbook PAD thing and it was about red winter berries and those colors.  I have cold and dark and dreary in my head.

But vision ended up coming out with a man as the inspiration. I had started off with Harvey Specter as my inspiration. I love Gabriel Macht as Harvey Specter in USA’s Suits.  He is the epitome of gorgeousness.  But then somehow the poetry shifted and 007 became the focus.  So here’s to Bond. James Bond.

 

Double O Vision

He is a vision in black, a suit and tie affair
Grace under pressure and he’s as bold as a king
He knows what he does to women so fair
They’re ready to fall and give everything

He’s bold as you please and knows that he’s cool
Stalking the ladies with a vodka martini
He’s double oh seven with a cool gun for a tool
Yes he goes for those broads in a tiny bikini

Cars, plans and sex are his true middle name
Guns, gadgets and girls are his toys for sure
He’s killed and done things to make you blush in shame
But he’s Bond so what of it, you can endure

He’s a vision in black, he knows he’s the best
When your dead on the floor, well, maybe he’ll rest.

A Poetry Challenge That’s All Friendly

Angel statue in repose

Angel statue in repose

So I was talking to a guy I know who writes poetry, is a photographer,  we get along….. And I told him about my doing PAD Chapbook Challenge…. (which I’m technically still working on since I didn’t finish a PAD once and I have a few more I want to add to the chapbook)   He told me in all intensive purposes that I didn’t need to worry about challenges, though I didn’t explain that it was a contest. Whatever.

But he did challenge me to a poetry challenge just in the sense that he would give me a word a week for me to write a poem and in turn, I would supply him with a word.  For him, I gave him Oolong.  I was thinking about the tea and it seemed unique enough. I’m not sure he wants me posting his poetry, but suffice to say, his first poem made me not ever want to drink Oolong again.  He redeemed himself with a redo of the first poem, but it still makes me think about the first one.

We have no set completion of this challenge, just dabbling in poetry.

He gave me the word Repose, and this is what I wrote from it.  I am still in sonnet mode; thinking in sonnets or more iambic pentameter. I’m getting to the point where I can think a phrase and know if I am there or not. Or close at least. I am getting the unstressed/stressed aspect easier and easier, and I find I really like working in this medium of poetry. There is something kind of special about it.

So here is my reposed sonnet.

A Statue in Repose

She lies reposed a blanket white and cold
From snows so icy while her marble warm
A study bold as winter’s cold untold
And gardens sleep away the chill of storms

The land of Nod is where she sleeps and dreams
A figure whose one dream of summer sun
Is all she dreams as snows do fall it seems
And  summer suns will one again undone

She’s classic style, all grace and beauty fair
A sculpture formed from hands so rugged strong
She’s warmth and love from man’s eternal despair
And beauty lies in silent repose song

A statue full of every wish desired
For she is meant to be adored admired

An Open Letter Sonnet – Open Letter to Shakespeare – PAD

I couldn’t resist posting this. I just finished my sonnet for PAD’s  Day 29 who’s prompt was basically an open letter. I am doing my sonnets, so what better way to write an open letter sonnet then to the Bard himself.

 

Open Letter to Shakespeare

Dear Bard, in your small verse you write so odd
From lines that stop then start then go along
And heroes spouting words the crowds applaud
That until tired my eyes do wave so long

But plays to make us laugh and sigh you do
Fair ladies face full with youth’s beauty bright
The story strong the setting lush it’s true
And endings leaving us to know all’s right

But your expanding sonnets make me sigh
And wonder why you wrote so strange and long
When words so simple could be said to lie
And all could know and love such words, your song

Am I to keep to mocking your old plays
But I do love your plays it’s true, these days

 

I really had fun with that one.  Any opinions on this piece, be it flow, word phrasing, and is it really iambic pentameter, let me know.

 

Kate

A Smattering of Sonnets for PAD Chapbook Challenge

English: Shakespeare's sonnet 1

English: Shakespeare’s sonnet 1 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have been knee deep in writing sonnets. Thinking about them, thinking in iambic pentameter, or at least iambic. I have figured it out finally. The iambic thing. Writing sonnets, well it’s a lesson every time I set my pen to paper.

We are nearly done with the challenge, and I am having to play catch up. I wished I could have written one a day, but it’s more like a one ever two days kind of thing, unless absolute inspiration hits me and then I splat one out, and I do mean splat. It hits the paper running and is there without a chance of changing it.

I wanted to include a few here. I told CB Wentworth that I would post some. Her haikus, by the way, have been totally inspiring.

Did anyone else do the PAD Chapbook Challenge by Writer’s Digest? I would love to know if you did.

So because the holiday season is upon us, here is my Festive sonnet—

All Good Cheer

The eggnog sits upon the table top
and whipped cream islands are floating there
We wait for guests to drink the rich stuff up
And clink a glass to wish us all good cheer.

The music plays in subtle waves of sound
And candle light is glowing golden bright
The snow is falling softly to the ground
The peace is here on this, this Christmas night

We wait for Santa bringing gifts of joy
For carols sung in happy songs refrain
A tree for all to reflect and enjoy
As toasts are clinked with a glass of champagne

This Christmas Eve we wish you all good cheer
A pleasure lasting us throughout the year

 

Then my ‘Divided’ sonnet—

Trust is But a Divide

I trusted you in moments like we had
A force of love and friendship here right now
It took me time to see the flaws unsaid
Divided we stand is what I will avow

In time we may forget the lines that break
I stand on lines you stand right there apart
A split on down the middle thoughts we make
Can we go on this way and not depart

If sides must choose I choose my side it’s clear
And you are wrong as wrong as wrong can be
I must not break this stand I take to bear
And you will go and leave me you will see

We once were strong and now we are broken
These words are worse than when they were spoken

And my ‘idea’ sonnet. This one is inspired by a particular holiday film. A classic. If you know it, tell me.

The Idea’s Ideal

A grand idea call for troops to come
We’ll throw a show and make it big, you say
Ideal it is oh ho let’s go have fun
It’s rather good, idea that’s to day

The girls can do their number sparkling blue
We are in army duds and with our caps
We’ll sing to General, he’s our good man true
A rousing cheer for him, the best of chaps

The war has passed us long ago we’ll sing
Let’s clap our hands and give one last applaud
This man is ours salute him for this fling
As snow is falling and we all stand awed

It’s Christmas now so sing a song to joy
For love and hope and friends we all enjoy

 

 

So there are three that are quite fun. I have more, but I want to revise some. And we shall see. I finished up one tonight that has my heart just so happy, despite the sadness I’m putting into it. It’s weird. I am getting to vent some frustration I’m having with Boris.  I put so much emotion into my writings.  Honestly, if you feel your writing is stale, have some angst in your life. It really solidifies feelings.  Anger, hurt, sadness, pain…. love. It all comes out when you write poetry.

So, enjoy. Only two more days of the challenge, then a month of revision. And I still have four more days of Writing 101 to finish up. Aahhhh, I need to get hustling!

Kate

I Read, I’m Not Alone – Writing 101 Day 15

“We read to know we’re not alone.”

— William Nicholson, Shadowlands

  • Tell us about a book that opened your eyes when you were young.
  • Describe a life-changing experience with a book.
  • Where do you like to read?

When I was 13 I fell in love with The Three Musketeers  by Alexander Dumas. I was suddenly thrust into the 14th century of excitement, intrigue, and swashbuckling action. It was my first foray into adult fiction and I couldn’t get enough. I remember it took me three weeks to read the thing, and it just made me start craving more intense books. Sadly, I couldn’t keep with the Musketeer theme. I tried reading The Man in the Iron Mask and The Count of Monte Cristo, but I have yet to continue on with those books. I’ve always wanted to finish out the stories, because I love them.

I think The Three Musketeers was what got me started on the swashbuckling/romance/hero man. It made me also want to read more books about France.  A couple years later I was reading Scaramouche and The Scarlett Pimpernel. Both books I fell in love with and as luck would have it, my grandma had all three books in this pretty set. I now have them, though I have never read them again. I keep telling myself that I will get back to it. One day.

Very few books have made a life change for me, but a second one would have to be both Poemcrazy and Billy Collin’s Sailing Alone Around the Room. The former being what has made it possible for me to break out into poetry and not feel silly. The latter really got me thinking about poetry as a narrative without the rhyme. Being able to hit someone with a poem but not needing it to be epic.

Poetry is one of those things people either love or hate. Or for some, don’t get, so they really don’t like it. I love it, and I don’t understand people that don’t get it. My mom doesn’t really get it. She used to write it, and that was fun, but she didn’t like reading it. And her friend who is like an extended aunt to me, doesn’t get poetry. Sigh. Oh well. I had Mrs. B read a bunch  of my sonnets. She loves them, but doesn’t quite get them.

Oh well.

And getting back to reading epic type books. Where do I like to read those? Well, late at night with the covers high and rain on the roof. …….. Okay, that never happens, but I like it. I tend to fall asleep reading these days.

And I don’t have a lot of time to read epic books anymore. I have taken to reading quicker books. I need something I can get done quickly. Books that take me three weeks to read make me nervous.  I want to read them, but then I think about how much time they will take me. When I was young, big books with tiny print made me scared. Now they just make me nervous. I think to myself, “Oh, I don’t have the time!” Hence why I have yet to finish Jane Eyre. I want to. I really do, but it’s long! As is Emma by Jane Austen. Plus it’s Jane Austen. Nothing she writes is what you would say, easy.

But at some point I want to read the rest of the Musketeer books. I want to read Le Compte de la Monte Cristo (I always think of it in French. It sounds better)

Okay so readers, do you like thick, long books? Do any scare you? What is the one book that has changed your life? Is there one book you are afraid to tackle but have always wanted to read? Tell me about it. I’d love to hear.

Kate

 

A List Of Poems I Like – Writing 101 Day 2

Okay, so day two for the Writing 101 was ‘Make  a List’.  Well, let’s not waste time just writing a list, so here is a list poem, of sorts. Or my reasons for writing them.

 

Sonnet: why did I ever think I could write you?
Ode: Oh ode, must you be sad? No, but Keats did you best.
Haiku: So brief, you are full of life. Portable and almost cute.
Ballad: I can sing you when an artist makes you great.
Prose: Elegant, me, open and true. You are the best
Sonnet: Beautiful, you are so hard to achieve.
Ode: I could write you to everything and nothing.
Haiku: Your forms are small, execution is great.
Ballad: I can never write you properly, but you are epic.
Prose: My true self is in your form, but I forget you exist.
Poetry: You are who I am, but you are so hard to write sometimes…

 

I kind of like that.

Kate

Sonnets We Are Not – Or, My Attempt At Writing Them

I am dabbling in the PAD (Poem A Day) Chapbook Challenge for the Month of November. You can find the information over at Writer’s Digest, and you can see CB Wentworth tackle the month with Haiku’s.  I thought it sounded like something fun and a good challenge for me to work on sonnets.  Unfortunately I seem to be having issues with iambic pentameter. I can get the pentameter no problem, but iambic… whew. Turns out, I haven’t a clue how to write that way. I have not been writing sonnets, but mixing trochee, spondee, dactyl, anapaest, and iambic all together. Sigh. It does not make a sonnet. So there I am on Youtube attempting to make sense of unstressed and stressed words. For those who don’t know, iambic means one unstressed and one stressed.  I’m sort of getting it. Kind of. (not really) Argh!

However, while I’m not succeeding fully, I have semi sonnets. Lacking true Iambic Pentameter but almost there. Here are two that I wrote so far.  The first one deals with the ‘day after’, in whatever form you want. I kind of want to go back and do a day after Halloween, or Christmas, or some event. The other one is prompted with Once Upon A ______ (blank). Due to my love of the show, I went with Once Upon A Time (ABC)  Sue me. I’m a girl.

So take a look. I hope you enjoy. I’m really working on this metre thing.  I hope to have it down by the end of the month

The Morning After

It is the day after, look at the mess
I have made things more cluttered than need be
In a moment of lust losing that dress
To hopes and dreams and things that can’t be

It was a wicked night full of things too full
A night of passions running wild and high
We threw caution to the wind with a pull
The sheets landed on the floor a kiss and sigh

Now I stare down at you in sweet repose
A frisson of delight tangles me more
I want to stay here in your arms enclose
Not leaving the delight we had before

But it’s the morning after of reckless
And you won’t stay here to pick up the mess.

Once Upon a Time Ago

Once upon a time it was long ago
When a lady came to a town in Maine
The clock tower stood silent ever slow
And the sheriff was a huntsman arcane

A mayor with an evil side of darkness
A woman lost in teaching in the school
A man who lost his mind in suddenness
A town so full of sad and grim and blue

She is the savior for whom we foretold
In the books they knew her name and story
Now we hold her to break the curse twofold
And bring us into hope with the glory

But darkness lurks in every page turned
This story is best in the lesson learned

The Tastes of Summer – Blogging U – Poetry 201

Okay, so the assignment for day 8 of Writing 201: Poetry was Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio.

My flavor went more with the tastes of summer, but as for elegy…. while there is a slightly somber feeling, it’s not quite my idea of an elegy. And I have no idea if I hit enough enumeratio. I need to work on both. I would never even try to do elegiac couplets. That’s insane. But I hope you enjoy. I’m already missing wearing shorts and being tanned. The summer went to fast.

 

And now the summer has faded away
In flavors of spice and leaves
From burning sun to frosty nights
and the naked bare leafless empty trees.
The days are warm, filled with a waiting sigh
dust and leaves and acorns fall
shades of orange, and gold and red
and green moss growing on a wall
But summer burning the baked earth smell
has faded to dampened spice
and the sun up high in an azure sky
is now not so warm and nice
Winter is coming the birds all chatter
as I’m craving summer sun
I’m wishing I could step back two months
when summer wasn’t nearly done.

 

Kate

It Was The Veil – Blogging U – Poetry 201

So Monday’s assignment was Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus.  I totally failed on the Chiasmus, but I knew I would because I decided that trying to do that within my book would have been a lot of work, and would have involved cutting pages. Instead I went with Blackout poetry. Which is pretty much found poetry.  The pages below might be a bit hard to read so I will include a typed up version under the picture. Enjoy
It Was The Veil

it was the veil
another peculiar whispered veil,
with that narrow strip
I am her
her heart
my gaze has a home
flushed and a saucy nose of trepidation
cool, somber
the veil of grief gone.
a spirit in the lavender satin
spring.
the feelings still closed
love, honor, grief. Life, death
The words deep in her heart.

 

I’m a little behind again with the poetry, but well, this one took me a while to find, then mark out. Blackout poetry isn’t always as simple as you think. The last page was one of my favorite ones, but well, the whole thing turned out well. Not sure face fits, but well, metaphor and all that.  I look forward to trying the elegies and ballads now that I’m done marking up my book and making my father very nervous…..

Kate