It seems it cannot rain but it must pour; only last week Self Isolation was published at Brave and Reckless and this week I am happy to share that my poem, O’ Clock, was accepted for publication at Free Verse Revolution!
I love seeing new and old poetic faces among the poets at Free Verse Revolution, where the poems celebrate the revolutions within ourselves and am honored to have my work shared among them.
When others love my writing as much as I enjoyed writing it, I am reminded of what it means to be a writer. Writing is minuscule emotions built up to seem big. Writing is taking a piece of yourself and turning it naked to see the world. Writing is sharing the worlds hidden inside of us.
Writing constantly changes. When I look back at poems and stories I have written over the years, often I cringe (surely we all have done this) because what I am writing now seems so much better then writing of the past. But old writing is precious and beautiful for it is the building blocks that lead us to now.
Therefor, since it is laced with themes of time, I invite you to enjoy O’ Clock.
These blossoms are mirages
Rippling in the sand
Pouring through the
Fine waist of an hourglass.
These thorns are memories
Collecting in crystalline fragments
Breaking in the basin of time.
These petals are wishes
Drifting into a circus of thought
Caught between now and then.
Please do share your beautiful thoughts!
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