| April is National Poetry Month |
| Please Join us for a month long celebration featuring our own poets, trivia tidbits, contests, and a chance for you to submit your own poetry. I have a list of things you can do to help us celebrate and to those who do five things on the list there will be special prizes. So watch here for more info soon. Glad you stopped by! |
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| Dare to dream and let your poetry come from that place deep within |
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| Billie A Williams |
| An Invitation from The National Poetry Month Ambassador |
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| In honor of being selected as National Poetry Month Poetry Ambassador I am holding a sale on my poetry book Feathers In The Wind at drastically reduced prices. Go to www.lulu.com/content/73004 |
| While you're there check out what else I have written - there is another book of poetry titled Meanderings Most Museful and there is a book of essays and short stories titled Adrift and a childrens' book titled Magic Carpet Ride. You'll also find two cookbooks the only difference in them is that the more expensive one has colored pictures as chapter dividers - so if you're frugal choose the cheaper version. = ) |
| Thanks to Sister-in-law Catherine for this beautiful picture |
| Chimera in Yellow
Sitting on a bench Mid town square (if there was a square and there did use to be one) Notebook open Pen Poised Waiting for the muse and thinking of “The Yellow Wallpaper” Sitting at a table On the terrace of a Paris café (If I were in Paris and found red checkered tablecloths – an out door café) Sketchbook and pencil At the ready Waiting for the muse and imagining “The Yellow Wallpaper”. Beside the Public swimming pool At the local Y (if we had one and we did use to) Listening to children’s laughter tittering across the room Flute in hand Waiting for the muse to change tunes up to “The Yellow Wallpaper”. I read it with out my pen Poised to take notes in my notepad Saving word images of the tale I read it with out my pencil Ready over my sketchbook To capture its image I read it with out my flute Remembering the tune However, it sang just the same I read it with out Its images linger within And will not leave. “The Yellow Wallpaper” papers my dreams The woman creeps and creeps Along the corridors Of those dark mysterious walls Tearing at the Yellow Wallpaper of my chimera. |
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| IT IS NOT FOR THEM TO JUDGE
They may see the good you do As self serving. Continue to do good. They may see your generosity As grandstanding Continue to be generous. They may see your warm and Caring nature as weakness. Continue to be warm and caring. For you see, in the end, It is between you and God. It never was between you and Them anyway. Anonymous |
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