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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Poet Feature: Tammy French

Hello all!  I'm so excited!  I'm doing a spotlight interview with Alexia Purdy today!  There's more on this incredible author come Launch Week next week, but for now, why don't you head over and check out the interview?  I'm sure you're going to enjoy it as much as I did.  Alexia has also done a review on The Grim; four out of five stars!  You can read the review here.

While I'm away, I'm allowing a feature poet to man the fort.  I suggested some of my fans and followers send me poetry this month in honor of National Poetry Month with the promise I would post some of what I've received.  A Facebook fan, Tammy French, sent me a brilliant piece titled "The Struggle".  Enjoy!

The Struggle Drawing
Keith Burnette
The Struggle


Neurotic & weak
Unstable & tormented
Scared & ashamed
Loved but haunted by the past
Does she even have the courage or strength to
Claw her way up yet again?
Fingers & pride both bloodied & broken
A spirit that is bruised & battered
Will she struggle through it & survive to see better days?
Uncertainty & fear is what she faces
Dark days engulf her completely, along with ever-darker nights
                                                                                                      Will she make it?


Monday, April 23, 2012

Secret

As promised, here's another poem for you.  It's titled "Secret".

You look at me with expectancy
Behind deep, penetrating eyes
But with those eyes you can’t see
Everything I’m fighting to hide
You can’t know what I’ve been through
Can’t possibly know how hard I’ve tried
To rectify those past relationships
My tears hidden behind a wall of pride
I know it’s not your fault, you see
What those others have done to me
But it’s because of them that I can’t give you
What you’re asking of me

I have a secret, buried deep within me
One I’ve kept inside for so long
“I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid,” I whisper
A cadence that ripples like a song
I would love to hold your hand when you reach out for mine
But intimacy, it frightens me, and that can only heal with time
Yours is a love truly blessed; I won’t deny that fact
But I can’t partake, my heart shudders like an earthquake
And what’s left of me is bottled up tight and compact

It’s not fair to you to lead you on
To allow you to believe I’m healed
When deep inside I just always want to cry
And putting you through that is not a fair deal
You say I should let you decide for yourself
That it’s your choice to stay or go
But I’m deciding for you, I implore you
The pain is too deep for you to really know

You’re great, really you are, and I appreciate your concern
But I’m still too scared, still too nervous
About allowing myself to love or yearn
There are so many things I can’t bear to tell you
So many hurts I harbor close
I wish it could be, but it just can’t, you see
So for your own sake, let’s please just let this go

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Chicki Brown Interview

I had planned to share some more really good poetry with you today, but as it turns out, I'm interviewing with an author friend of mine, Chicki Brown, on her blog.  So why don't we detour there instead?  I think you'll really like it!

Also, if you haven't already, check out the Chapter One preview of The Grim.  I received my first copies of the novel in yesterday, and I must say I am absolutely thrilled!  I can't wait for all of you to settle in your window seats, recliners, or your favorite nook with a copy of my book.  I just know you're going to enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Enjoy your day and the interview, and I'll be back on Monday with more great poetry!

Monday, April 16, 2012

Sitting Here


I'm a little late today, but cut me some slack--it's Monday! :-)  I've got a new one for you.  This one is titled "Sitting Here".

Sad by Susan Richards
Oct 2004
Sitting Here

This is not but a game to you
Juggling beating hearts
Like a jester at court
We are all little toys to you
Discarded playthings
Left on a shelf to rot
I am nothing if not destroyed by you
A fleeting thought
Long forgotten among chaos and ruin
And yet here I sit--
Knowing--but refusing to accept
That what you are and what you seem
Are two very different concepts
Still--I believe
In love eternal--
MY LOVE
Not yours--as it has proven so
FLEETING

And still--I sit here
Content to smile with happy grace
And pretend the pain can't be read on my face
Knowing the end has come and cannot erase
The lie I bought and must now replace

Except your face--
It makes me smile


Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Unseen

Okay, so I pulled a winner out of my hat...sort of.  This piece is titled "The Unseen".

The Unseen

If I scream in a crowded room
"Dead Angel" by Soccolich (2010)
Did I ever make a sound?
I float in and out of your consciousness,
Barely audible above the din and chaos
Gripping you by the throat.
I try to assist, but you don't see me
You can't hear me--I am invisible to you

Many waters cannot quench love
But I wish the rivers could drown it
So that I may fly on the wings of drunkenness
As you have for so many years
Maybe those rivers could drown me too
and emptiness could be peaceful solitude
Lying here--NUMB

I shout directly in your ear
But I am not present to you.
So silently I am knocked about
As you attempt to slay the demons among you.
Cut deep in my gut, my heart dead in my hands
I lie with these blackened souls
White wings, still--fluttering no more

Monday, April 9, 2012

"I, Too" and Langston Hughes

Okay, so I'm struggling this month to write anything good.  Don't judge me haha!  To try to keep my inspiration flowing, I've been reading some of the work of my favorite poets.  Langston Hughes, of course, led the Harlem Renaissance with his startling forwardness and thunderous tone.  In 1925, he wrote "I, Too" which was recited by Denzel Washington in his directorial debut The Great Debaters (2007), another favorite movie of mine.  I had heard the poem prior to it being used in the film, but it never resonated with me the way it did after Mr. Tolson recited it.

I'm going to share both with you today, mostly because they move me.  I hope you are moved the same way.

I, Too

By Langston Hughes 1902–1967

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

Source: The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (Vintage Books, 2004).

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Sorrow

This poem is titled "Sorrow".  It's the first decent prose I've come up with this month.  I've been told I can be morbid so those who are faint of heart--you were warned...

Sorrow

Sorrow--I welcome him like an old friend
He helps rebuild this wall I need desperately to mend
In my solitude it is only to my ears his whispers lend
Their speech and broken promises to no particular end

Behind this wall there is nothing with which to contend
Broken hearts and raging bears eventually descend
Into the bowels of emptiness that slowly bend
Into the stream of forgetfulness, never to be seen again

He envelops me with numbness
Dazzles me with pain
A hero to my shattered Heart does Sorrow become again
Champion of my darkest thoughts
Torturer of the slain
Sorrow rescues me from Love
Equipping me with disdain

Heart--like Mind--are always afraid
Afraid that Love will seek us out
and carry Us to open plains
Sorrow, ever-present challenger, can always keep at bay
The demons that seek to ravage our stores
and leave Us blind to pain.

Sorrow will always let me cry--
Never yielding to remember Love.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

National Poetry Month

Well, it's that time again, National Poetry Month!

Last year, my best friend and prose author J. Mahogany, challenged me to write a poem a day.  I accepted and what resulted was about four or five really good pieces of prose.  (If you missed last year's challenge, please go check it out.)  This year, we're at it again.  I'm going to be posting some of the (good) stuff I write, and, as an added bonus, some of the really great stuff I get to read by other writer friends of mine who are doing the same.  It should make for pretty interesting posts this month!

Do you write poetry?  I'd love to see it!  Send it to me at info@raynettastocks.com.  You never know; you could see your work on a future post!

In the meantime, I'll leave you with my first poem, a haiku, (and one of the first I've written since third grade):

Springtime

In pretty springtime
My heart blooms like a flower
When you leave it dies.