Poetry Blog

I have a blog that I've set up under another account (that I'm using as my more professional account.) I haven't been writing much in the last couple of months as life has been pretty limiting, writing-wise, between my health and different major families-related (yes plural, I was a foster kid) situations that have come up.

I do intend to at some stage start a blog where I talk about novels and another where I talk about short stories, but they are a while away and for now, I really just want to focus on getting my poetry blog running more regularly again (as regularly as possible, since I also have multiple chronic pains and illnesses to contend with.)

Me? I am now a 25 year old Bachelor of Education (Secondary) student who tutors kids and loves what she does. My minors are English and Chemistry (Yep, I'm a proud nerd!)

Life is altogether both very different to what it was when I started this blog (the one you're currently reading) but also internally I am still the same me, just now working on developing the better parts of me further.

I hope to be a successful writer and educator, as well as to be my real (and best) self.

My poetry blog can be found at: poettreeinmotion.blogspot.com.

A warning though before you journey there: There is a lot of content there that deals with some hugely heavy life stuff. Some of the content may be hard for some people to read as some of the content has been written to deal with traumas, depression, anxiety, grief and loss, abuse and other hard-hitting topics; but at the same time it is not all hard hitting. Some of it is also fluffy or joyful or just playing around.

Another thing is that I write poetry, and my poetry (just as with most other poetry) can be read both as it is or with its many levels of symbolism, connotation and reality.

Levels of reality you ask? Yes. Levels of reality. By this I do not in any way mean that what I say isn't real (except for the ones where it's obviously fiction: eg. the poem inspired by an afternoon dream featuring a crab waiter in an in-river restaurant.)

When I say levels of reality I'm talking about layers of symbolism that refract multiple facets of a particular subject or object. Fire is a good example of this. Fire can symbolise warmth, burning, light, consumption, anger, wrath, passion, love, concern, and many other concepts.

I do use a lot of alliteration and rhyme; I sometimes use metre, sometimes don't, and other times use combinations. Formation of the poems is generally serious fun for me, even when I'm writing about difficult topics; its what helps to move through the difficulty.

I love writing and I love experimenting with writing and different ways to tell stories that bring the truth, reality, and emotion of everyday (and some not-so-everyday) situations and events to life.

My apologies for this long blog post, but I'm a firm believer in explaining myself in a real manner, whilst also trying to write as well and experimentally as I can.

Goodnight, God bless and I hope you enjoy my new blog (that's actually now a number of months old.)

Anniversaire de Adieu

Tomorrow it is Sunday,
and eight years hence:
Since that damned forsaken night,
When I nearly toppled over the fence.

The fence that divides this life from the next,
The fence that is spoken of in many a text.

Yet I lay here, it's nearly dawn,
And the memories come back faster than a passéd yawn.

The bench, the river, the park, the bank,
That golden time before into adulthood we sank.

The energy then seems so distant now,
So why do you keep coming back? Wow.

I never expected to be the woman still in love,
With a man she knew well before he gave her the shove
Right out of his life though in and out for a while,
In conversations that to this day, still make me smile.

I wonder if again we will ever talk, friend?
And make this distance, this distance ever end.

Eight years hence and still on the living side of the fence,
Living on a dime and just a few pence;
But living and loving onwards I'll tread
Until you're hopefully the last book I'll have read.