May Wonders Never Cease to Exist

Check out Marie’s poetry here. Excellent!

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Although I occasionally write poetry, I don’t make a fuss about it because I so rarely do it.  And because I’m never quite sure if I should call it poetry.  My poems don’t rhyme.  They don’t have a recognizable meter or structure (and I don’t even know what I mean by that, either).  They don’t measure up to the poetry of Luanne Castle or Pamela Beckford.  But I write them anyway.

And sometimes I actually submit a poem for publication.  On a lark, as it were.  As I did with this one poem, When I Said Goodbye.  I submitted it to Tipsy Lit, an indie publisher founded by novelist and poet Ericka Clay.  To my happy surprise, Ericka accepted my poem and recently published it in Volume 1 of the Tipsy 10, available free on Wattpad.

Tipsy 10 Vol 1 Cover

If you want to go directly to my poem…

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Book Review: A Poetic Proposal by Julian Froment

Wow. I just found a wonderful review of my poetry collection by Ellespeth. It appears we were in the depths of Texas on a road trip when this was posted and I completely missed it. Thank you so very much, Ellespeth.

Views From A Poet

There’s a wonderful little book of poetry, A Poetic Proposal (by Julian Froment), that was recently published and would be just perfect for romantic Valentine’s Day reading and giving. If you’ve ever experienced a long distance romance and courtship, or know someone who has, this collection will ring true to the frustration of being apart and the anticipation of being together. Dreaming and hoping:

On Gossamer Wings
On gossamer wings,
my heart it flies to you…
And soon now,
Oh, so very soon,
the body shall be along…

In the midst of these poems, exchanged with his love, the poet sneaks this one in:

Poor Poetry
I hope you never get tired,
Of my poor attempts at poetry..

Who could tire of receiving poetry from a lover? Certainly not me!

Julian Froment’s collection is like a genle, though sometimes impatient, dialogue. The words seem written to comfort even those beyond…

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Across from an Ocean

Peppermill

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across from an ocean,
There we met,
The flesh first seen,
No need to fret.

An awkward kiss,
Rushed, in our way,
But perfect bliss,
What can I say.

A divide so wide,
Of Eastern promise,
As each we eyed,
On our first tryst.

Then after that time,
Of heavenly splendour,
The ultimate crime,
We’d always remember

I had to leave,
The law of the land,
I could not breathe,
As I held your hand

To fly away,
Across the sea,
Until that day,
When with you I’ll be.

It will come,
There is no doubt,
As riseth the sun,
You I ca’never be without.