Tag Archives: The Reverie

The Reverie Launch and Project WriteTube Update

This happened on Friday! Please get your free copy of the Kindle version. It’s been a long time coming and I’m incredibly excited! You can hear me go on more about it in the video below.

I’m so excited that Project #WriteTube is firmly on its way! I’ve loved the information that the ladies have imparted this week. Kellie Sheridan discussed to NaNo or Not to NaNo. She’s a 10 year veteran of NaNo and had a lot of great observations as to why you should try it out. Burgess Taylor gave some incites into how to narrow down your NaNo ideas. Alex from WordsMaiden gives some really great tools for how to keep motivated-tips that are great regardless of whether you’re doing NaNo or not.

Here’s my video with the wrap-up for the week. I discuss their videos and I also talk about all the aforementioned things and give you sneak peaks into the videos.

Come chat with me in the comments!

Leave a Comment

Filed under writing

A guessing game | A poem

A Guessing Game
He could’ve been Big Randy.
He came up from Big Sandy,
He took us for a swim there once or twice.
He would come visit when he was itching
and he said only mama could scratch.
Attached to his hand he always had a present for me.
Sometimes the dolls were a little worn around the edges,
I’d guess they were leftovers.

Like me.

Another option was Little Steve.
He was lumberjack tall from Webster County somewhere.
He had thinning hair, and an impatience stare.
He hated me there.
He’d sneer at my dirty feet,
And he left my mom never felt her best.
Staying in bed for days at a time.
I stared at myself in the mirror
trying to see if my green eyes looked like his.
When he came, I’d run to Bernie’s.

Until he came.

Then there was Jason, a mason with Tiltonsville
Construction. He liked pounding bricks like
he liked pounding my mama. At least that’s what he told me
with a grin that would’ve been a sin if we had the same bloodline.
I hope he’s not my Dad, the looks that he’d give…
I like to pretend my memory’s a sieve and
they’ve slipped through the drain
after my shower when he’d leave.

Never when he was there.

My Mama hated to be called a whore,
but her door swang open more often then not.
And after their muddy tracks stained our welcome mat,
we’d hitch a ride to the country store and could buy food that week.
She was never sure,
She could never tell,
Or at least she’d never say
So the secret of my daddy’s name
Died with her that day.

 

I took this week’s prompt from The Reverie Journal: Daddy Issues to write a short poem about Addy’s parentage from my current novel that I’m working on, “Blood Roses and Honey Suckles.” The last poem on here was about Addy’s mama. It only made sense to write an ode to her daddy. If you have a poem about fathers, check out the post and link up.

Let me know what you think in the comments.

Aloha y’all! 

2 Comments

Filed under Blogging, My Poetry

Silly Suzie’s Grin- A Children’s Poem

A children's poem about accepting sadness. http://penpaperpad.com

Silly Suzie lived in the valley,
Where daisies and dogwoods did grow.
She ran far and wide
over the countryside
Smile everywhere she’d go!

“Look at her,” the neighbors said.
“Grinning from here to there,
her smile’s so big,
singing songs all day
Let’s hope her smile
Never goes away.”

But one day it did,
much to her chagrin.
Suzie’s scowl fierce and dark.
Long gone was her grin
leaving the valley she lives in
alone in the dark.

She looked for her grin
under her chin,
down by the river with the frogs.
In the early morn’s sun,
And late at night with the fog.
Serious Suzie looked here,
Serious Suzie looked there.

“Mama!” she cried,”I’ve looked everywhere!”
“How can I find my grin?”

Her mama sat her down
beside her on the ground
and pointed up to the sky.
“Today the sky is blue,
the sun is shining bright.
Tomorrow it may be raining.
But we know it’ll be alright.
The sun will come again.
You don’t always have to grin.
Being unhappy isn’t bad.
Just remember like a rainy day,
It won’t always feel so bad.”

She gave her daughter a hug,
kissed her cheek
and left her there
for a think.

Suzie tossed the thought around
Decided it was sound
Figuring there wasn’t much to do.

She decided to stop looking under logs
And behind the barn house door
No more checking in the tree house
Or in her puppy’s snore.

She didn’t know where it was,
or where it might have been.
But when it felt like coming back,
Suzie would find her grin.

This poem was written in response to The Reverie Journal‘s weekly prompt to try to write a children’s poem.

8 Comments

Filed under My Poetry