I was prompted to step outside my comfort zone by a fellow blogger ( HarsH ReaLiTy) and write on a subject other than continuously writing poetry, so this is my humble offering in relation to his suggestion.
To kick off I want to say how humbled I am at the response to my “scribbling”
I was coaxed into joining up with WordPresss and going “viral” thinking prior to doing so that if I went “viral” some bits of me might fall off and at my stage in life it was something I wished to give a miss.
O.K. so I’m digressing, back to basics – going viral –
I have been scribbling now for the past 20 years or so just for the fun of it.
Filling copy books and filing them under the bed.
Early in the 1990’s I spotted an advert in a daily newspaper; they were looking for “new work” “poetry” for an anthology they were publishing later that year.
So I thought why not give a bash, I was on my way to work, it was late September when I got the idea to write this poem (I will post it with this piece) and sent it off thinking no more about it.
Some weeks later I was informed that my poem had been accepted for publication – you could have knocked me down with a feather –
I had a further 16 poems published over the years – in publications for this group –
They would have different themes for each publication – they requested that you submit a poem fitting for the theme.
In the end I stopped sending poems, as to receive your poem you had to buy a copy of the anthology –
As I am the sort of person who likes to graze until I find a book I want to purchase,
Spending money blindly on a book eventually did not make sense to me as all I was doing was spending money to buy back my poem – so I continued writing and filing them under the bed.
Then I got set up as a “blogger” to say that my gast was flabbered at the response is to tell you the honest truth and getting mentioned by writers so much more prolific than I, who write so eloquently at all times on a range of different subjects is again to repeat myself, humbling.
Since starting to publish last October 2012 I’ve gone from zero to my best day on 22nd February, 29 views and 654 in total at time of going to print with this piece.
So a sincere word of thanks to all who have taken the time to drop by and sample my “scribbling”, I hope you continue to stop by and hopefully be entertained.
Those from as far away as, Australia, Canada, USA, New Zealand, Singapore, U.K. Ireland, Japan to mention but a few –
People such as Kevin Connelly, Fugitive Fragments (Mike), Fransi Weinstein Et Al, Sow, Sew, So, Mind Of A Mouse, Written Words Never Die, (Eric Alagan) this is just a sample of those good enough to take the time to follow and comment, if you care to drop by and check out my offerings and comment be my guest. I urge you also to check in on those who are gratious enough to follow my offerings.
I have been inspired by you all, as well as educated in the art of writing – it is, as I am wont to say – a bad day that you don’t learn something new, thank you for your time, until the next time may the force be with you.
See the trees with skeletal frame
Looking limp and rather frail
Not looking forward to autumn calling
When colours fade and their leaves start falling.
See them standing quite exposed
Naked and without any clothes
Dreading the time of snow and frost
A time when all dignity is lost
Wintertime can be a real worry
Hurrah, for springtime and February.
When trees again begin to flourish
Nature trees begin to nourish,
During summer months they’re in full bloom
For them autumn will come around too soon.
First published 1997 by Poetry Today