I have been writing and publishing posts at a New Day for four years now. In fact, this month I will celebrate my fourth anniversary of calling this cherished blog home. It has been a source for deep emotions, plenty of poetry and more than a tale or two. In the last 10 months though (truly more like 7), I have created a new space for my creativity. While I will always know that it was via this blog, and my experiences here, that I was able to forge a new direction in life, namely that of Freelance Writer, I have desired a new outlet for my writing. "A New Day" will always be home to my poetry, but "A Writer's Take" embraces my new career aspirations and offers support to other writers out in the blogosphere. If you haven't had a chance to stop by, I would love it if you did!
Today though, I wanted to share a special article that I posted over at "A Writer's Take". It is hard not to have themes run throughout both blogs, as they are written by the same author (me!), but this post speaks of the beginning of this very blog. I think it does a far cry better job of describing how "A New Day" came to be than any of my first posts that I published here. Do me a favour and take a peek at A New Day | A Writer's Take and leave me a comment to let me know that you stopped by.
And thank you for being along for the ride. You are my strength, my tools and my sunsets, for today is a new day...
Monday, March 11, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
The Wild Side
A day of rest?
bah!
Lou Reed keeps me company
as I scour corners,
cleanse counters
and discover dark niches
that never see the light of day
All while the dishwasher washes,
washer & dryers spin
and I play dervish
with the vacuum hose
and iron will to sanitize this home
Sunday,
bloody Sunday
good for nothing or
built for everything good
the house of the lord
never holds dust
so today
I
must be one step closer
to God
hey babe
take a walk on the wild side
and as I try to remember where
the mop I'm sure I own lives
this feels like
my version of a walk
on the wild side
look at that kat
go, go, go...
doo, di doo, di doo, doo didoo, doo...
Monday, February 25, 2013
storm
holding on.
holding on..
holding on...
hold on
the storm's not over yet
you have to hold on to faith
that it won't last forever
hold on
holding on..
holding on...
hold on
the storm's not over yet
you have to hold on to faith
that it won't last forever
hold on
Thursday, February 21, 2013
leftovers
Breathe
Slow
that thumping heartbeat
Release
those squeezed shut fists
Bestill
my raging anger.
Breathe...
let Go
the Child is found
but,
an unforgiving Look
and Sullen silence
equal Groceries abandoned
at the store today
Let go...
Breathe
let go
and live this mantra...
internal peace op-
timistic understanding
and mother's moments
This too shall pass...
I guess
that's why Moms freeze leftovers -
for this tomorrow...
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
love
Love
so sweet
as it fills a heart
overflows a life
yet always finds room
for yet another moment
to cherish anew
amour
♥
so sweet
as it fills a heart
overflows a life
yet always finds room
for yet another moment
to cherish anew
amour
♥
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