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She winked and I winked back.
Right in the sol of my lungs
we shattered our rest
to breathe
in a new wide sun
She’s a cooling-fire.
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It is truly, a honor and an unexpected surprise, to be nominated by two wonderful bloggers; who live in happy worlds where the people are free and so warm and bubbly. These beautiful souls who are: creative,compassionate and humble. The world is better because of strong women like themissiontomars and Fatmawaty.
If you have not check out their work please do. Both of these women have encouraged me in my writing,I say, we are truly writing sisters. I know for certainty our W-P Family is one of the best. I am growing in leaps and bounds as I write.Thank you Fatmawaty and themissiontomars
*2.Rules are layered out below.
*I would like to propose the dates: One Time: Monday Post
*April 13, or April 20, 2015 (Feel free to vary here and there)
Accepting this award, comes alongside the rules :
Rules:
1. Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.
2. Give them the rules and a specific Monday to post.
3. Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
Q1. WHAT I’M I WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT ?
Q2. HOW DOES MY WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS IN MY GENRE ?
Q3. WHY DO I WRITE OR CREATE WHAT I DO ?
Q4. HOW DOES MY WRITING/CREATIVE PROCESS WORK ?
4. Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).
*1.Four amazing bloggers that I would like to pass on
3. Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
Q1. WHAT I’M I WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT ?
First and Foremost, Its been two years since I started this blog in (2013) I’d hee-hawed with writing. I got serious and begin to really put in the work. The First-Lady of my Home Church presented the question of blogging my Poetry. Then I realise, my Poetry is worth something.
Currently, for the entire month of April I am following (http://www.napowrimo.net/ ) National Poetry Writing Month.My goal is to post a bit of poetry daily for 30 days. I am also working on my first (ever) fictional novel, “Churched-Out” (in the rewrite stages) I have yet to post any excerpts from this fictional story. Hopefully when the time is right, I’ll bring my blog deeper in the fictional zone of more story-telling.
I am currently recording Poetry and its the most scariest and exciting thing to do on a weekly bases. As I present my work to several platforms of Jazz and Traditional Church, along with Historical Sites. In other words, a Sista can use some sleep…
Q2. HOW DOES MY WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS IN MY GENRE ?
Welp at heart, I’m a southern girl, who likes good food, jazz,blues and gospel. As a result, I like the sound of ink on paper. I like abstract poetry and clean drama. I gotta get my feelings out! My work is from a womanist perspective; in which I reference my own struggles. I like to re-tell old stories and bring a certain level of passion in my work. Most importantly, I try to keep it short!
I don’t have a whole lot of time, so I gotta make this writing-thing quick, life happens.i.e.(kids,cooking,cleaning,church, me-time )
Q3. WHY DO I WRITE OR CREATE WHAT I DO ?
I write because at the end of the day; maybe I want to let loose or moon -somebody. I could never pull that off real life – so I write to see me. I create Poetry to feel humanity. The ups and downs (on the wagon off the wagon)
I want to stay happy and writing can get me happy…
Q4. HOW DOES MY WRITING/CREATIVE PROCESS WORK ?
This process for me, works after meditation or a good steamy shower. Most times, if I could write naked – I would. (laughing out loud, because I just told on myself) Although it appears, when the moon and I are up together, I can just flow. My writing works when I’m honest with myself. I become vulnerable to discover what’s really happening on the inside. ( like talking in the mirror) Then that space is clear and I can create.
*4. Compose a one time post:
I was given the date April 6,2015 Here I am!
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No greater Gulf between hell and I
Perhaps the rupturing twilight
could speak
For I never saw a man with holes in both hands and still be alive
Betrayed for pennies of fear
Ah-that Christ must die
watching the dust
settle, under seeds that
refuse to do any thinking of growing
For I never saw a man on fire and not be turned to ash
weakened by devicely
pleasures,
the serpents’ crawl
bitten with just one kiss
I pray to understand
these wages of sin has given dollars of death that do not spend
Upheaving Justice, that suppose our souls, wern’t worth the saving!
Here I am -again,
if we can’t overcome
and we can’t ever overstand,
Then what’s a man gotta do to get a little water his thirst!
For I never saw a man whose only kingdom was the cross
Some men have it all, some are lost,
some earn their freedom, and others shout crucify ,crucify
For I never saw a man,forgive like this
Filtered and pushing into the dark abyss
Great drops of blood ,
if only this, cup could pass, then earth would shake with witnesses beyond the mass
No greater gulf between Hell and I
For I never saw a man with holes in both his hands and still be alive…
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This ain’t it.
She swallowed a little more,
Slightly drowning in Mississippi’s River bed
it should of been holy
it should of rocked her to sleep
it should of taste like honey,
but now it was just sadly unpleasant
Pumping her legs further into the deep.
Salty-night came calling.
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She wore her cotton purpled sash squares through each yard.For I never saw a mother with such a discerning eye.
While the day withered from sunshine to bitter night.
For I never saw a mother feed the dead.
In her kitchen with each tool and recipe,
sweeping rounded pipes of potted meat
For I never saw a mother with such a piercing look
tumbling in and out of oven-soot.
Her humbled feet grounded by the gardens leaves,
just to sing a mumbled tune.
Ah- if that mother’s son could only breathe
For I never saw a mother feed the dead,
with such a discerning eye.
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Dangerously happy,
flying with fireflies
And fiery-winds,Soaring above,Sun’s mindful speed
Beyond thee anchored
wine stained doors
pass that “Great Abyss”
If ever I could hold one prickly round star
but for a moment,
touch a holy-thing.
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Perhaps the day never breaks,
and night remained king,
Surely we’d scurry about,
in twilight hoping
But suppose our souls wern’t worth saving,
Ah-then
Sunrise,
would be everything
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In Honor of National Poetry Month before -the writers Burst into writing with first sign of ink ,I thought of Alice Walker
by Alice Walker:
Never offer your heart
to someone who eats hearts
who finds heartmeat
delicious
but not rare
who sucks the juices
drop by drop
and bloody-chinned
grins
like a God.Never offer your heart
to a heart gravy lover.
Your stewed, overseasoned
heart consumed
he will sop up your grief
with bread
and send it shuttling
from side to side
in his mouth
like bubblegum.If you find yourself
in love
with a person
who eats hearts
these things
you must do.Freeze your heart
immediately.
Let him—next time
he examines your chest—
find your heart cold
flinty and unappetizing.Refrain from kissing
lest he in revenge
dampen the spark
in your soul.Now,
sail away to Africa
where holy women
await you
on the shore—
long having practiced the art
of replacing hearts
with God and Song.by Alice Walker
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Inside my dreams
I will always be the twirling ballerina
Watering the curly sides of my wasteline
Inside of times ageless eyes
I’m a just a tiny girl
growing up to be the baddest superhero!
I’m just a girl taking on the world
In and out of motions suppressed
I’ll practice my line,
I’ll sing my tune
and dare any man “to play me for the fool!”…
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