Tuesday Tabellion – Reflections at the end of 2017

As I complete Glyph & Grey and 2017 comes to a close, I find myself reflecting on the past few years.

The first poetry book I ever published was The Heart of Autumn on September 13, 2011. The first poetry book of 100 poems I published was Smoke & Spirit on October 9, 2012. I started writing Smoke & Spirit in August 2011 along with Flare & Fetter. Since their publishing, I have published 13 other 100 poem books of new work, 4 other smaller books of poems I wrote prior to 2011, 5 collected works, and 16 chapbooks.

From August 2011 through today (and the completion of Glyph & Grey), I have written 1515 poems toward stand alone poetry books which roughly averages out to 288 poems a year. I have also written another 300 or so poems in attempts at novels in verse and other poetic styles. One of these days, those poems might come out to play but for now, they sit and wait for me to decide what their fates will be.

While all the poems are personal to me in one way or another, Flare & Fetter remains one of the most personal books as it was written while I was “forced” to confront significant issues with Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. This condition and other issues do play out in other books and their poems but not in the same way.

The most challenging book to write was Hallow & Hearth. I wanted to give myself a writing challenge, and it delivered fully. I never expected letter H would give me such problems because it only applied to the titles. For a long time though, it and some personal crap stifled my creativity and I did not write. When I did write, H was very easy to deal with in short bursts of awesomeness.

The quickest book to write was Passion & Prudence. I wrote its 100 poems in 30 days as a creative endurance challenge. I continue to be amazed that I did so well. The poems turned out fantastically. My brain did feel like ooze for awhile after I was done but it was worth it.

My absolutely favorite book continues to be Russian Hymns, a collected work of poems from several books. These poems were inked to and/or involve a fictional character I had often dreamed about nicknamed The Undertaker aka Zephyr. I still dream of him from time to time but nowhere to the extent I use to. I have no idea why he is such a vivid creation in my dreams. Supposedly, the faces we see in our dreams are faces we have seen before. The Undertaker’s entire physical form is very precise in my dreams but I have absolutely no recollection of ever seeing such a face or encountering such a person.

 

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Poetry Wednesday – Atlantis

Atlantis

Misplaced sacred places
My Atlantis given to seas
Unseen by Oracles open-minded
Attentions elsewhere when caved
Eager and betrayed
Misplaced sacred places
My Atlantis given to seas
Must dredge up
Rebuild, make worthwhile
Once more on the inside
Such simplicity difficult
Nearly impossible to obtain
Fragments holy graced
Misplaced sacred places
My Atlantis given to seas

Poetry Wednesday – Celestials

Celestials

These celestials will mend
My skin in purity
I meditate as night falls
All around my form
See them in my eyes
These celestials will mend
Bring me back to
Where I should belong
Far-traveled and stagnant
I have been in years
These celestials will mend
My skin in purity
I meditate as night falls
All around my form
See them in my eyes
These celestials will mend
While I pray to no longer
Be useless in my world’s direction

Poetry Wednesday – Prudence

Prudence

Wore it like honey
Breath mirrored disappear
Moon in full cycle
Across the Keep
Lies pale prudence
A pile at my feet
Wore it like honey
Singing all to slumber
Pale prudence goes
Along line of melody
Gentle on the surface
Moon in full cycle
Across the Keep
Lies pale prudence
A heap at my feet
Wore it like honey
Full of misfortune

Poetry Wednesday: Water

Water

Tiny things get in the way
Discolor our days untrue
Push us six feet under
Water we swore wasn’t there
Yesterday when we went astray
Tiny things get in the way
Discolor our days untrue
Flail in feeble attempts
Freedom a fickle mistress
Just like our yesterdays
Tiny things get in the way
Discolor our days untrue
Push us six feet under
Water we swore wasn’t there

Poetry Wednesday: Heaven

Heaven

Eager to perceive this is
Heaven waiting for me
Inside the crooks of your arms
Warm and safe from
Chills of winter creeping in
Under the door falling away
Eager to perceive this is
Heaven waiting for me
Alternatives beyond unpleasant
Everything I want is right
Here for possibly limited minutes
Inside the crooks of your arms
Warm and safe from
My own misconceptions of
What love should mean
Of what love should be
Eager to perceive this is
Heaven waiting for me

Poetry Wednesday: Vampire

Vampire

Created the vampire
Within folds of my heart
Left me feeling claws
Torture me deep in
Stalking long forgotten
Prey chasm complication
Might I rage
Blood pulses call
Eager dancers in
Charades their owners
Know not original
Growth rooted deep
Do not need this
More than is known
Hurried complications
Created the vampire
Within folds of my heart
Left me feeling claws
Unleashed in nightly fury