Time

This poem was also published in Danse Macabre in 2010. I apologize for my laziness regarding new poems. We’ve had some nice weather this week and I’ve taken advantage of it.

Time

Time melts with age.

Solid youth a poor listener

concerning wilted eras.

Unprepared for this stage,

body and mind a foreigner,

apart from a checklist of errors.

Reflect on love,

healer of anxieties,

pull closer to the Promised Land.

Sleep sound, a peaceful dove.

Open your heart to pieties,

when He extends a forgiving hand.

Age and Time,

Bea

Room with a View

This poem was published in 2010 in the online magazine, Danse Macabre. It was inspired from a picture I took of Shakespeare’s childhood home. It’s a simple rhymed poem.  

Room with a View

Hark! who looks out yonder window with woe
A lover’s quarrel of footprints in snow
‘Tis lost thy source which aches within thy heart
Though world has warned by calling thee a tart
Ignored thy ignorant words spit out of spite
Found thee defending that grew into a fight
Is thou love really a harlot in disguise,
Or how thee praised with acts of idolized?
How shall thee find the answer to thy prayers
To silence forever along with thy tears?

Inspiration and Photography,

Bea

Good Friday!

It’s Good Friday and once again I’m blessed to have a poem published in Danse Macabre.  You’ll find my poem, Time under Villanus poetica.  This not only is Good Friday, but the second day of National Poetry Writing Month.  I hope to write a poem every day.

You can recognize National Poetry Writing Month by writing a poem, reading a poem, etc.  I have a link on my side bar that offers ways to celebrate Poetry Month.  If you’d like, please post a poem here for all of us to enjoy, or email it to me through my profile and I’ll post it.  

  

Have a wonderful Good Friday, and I wish you and your family a safe and happy Easter!

Thank You, Danse Macabre!

 

All writers receive rejections and get discouraged, so I’m no different when the rejections start coming back.  My attempts with poetry started in 2008 to test the waters for talent and see if I could follow in my great grandfathers footsteps- Baltrus Sidiskis, a published poet.  (I was going to post one of his poems, but it’s in Lithuanian and I wouldn’t be able to capture the essence of it.)  Towards the end of last year I began submitting my poems to literary magazines. 

After plenty of rejections, Danse Macabre, found something in my poetry and published a few in their February “Kismet” issue.  For personal reasons, it’s poetic to have my debut poems in an edition meaning fate and fortune. Furthermore, a very sweet friend of mine emailed me to let me know “La fortuna di poesia” means “Luck Poetry” in Italian.  The magazine will also be publishing another one of my poems in their April issue.  I am very excited about my poetry getting out there and want to thank Danse Macabre for giving me the opportunity to be a published poet.

Also, a thanks goes out to my long distance buddy, Aunty Bug for posting about my poetry.  Much appreciated friend, but I have to add that not only did we meet in DC & Chicago, but Michigan too.  We just might conquer all the states by retirement.
Have a great Sunday everyone!