If I had to choose
Between your words or writing
I would choose reading
To receive letters
Or to write is no hard choice –
Because I love mail!
Tag writing
Virtual Blog Tour Award (Not A Poem!)
Wow, this post is going to be a real struggle for me (#notapoem), bear with my writing please!
It may become evident why I write in poetry only (because my sentence construction is painful) 🙂
It is a privilege for me to be nominated by my friend Oscar Alejandro Plascencia to participate in a Virtual Blog Tour. Those of you who are familiar with my blog will know I don’t often accept awards, but thought it might be nice to to participate. (and couldn’t resist Oscar’s very nice smile, oops request :))
Oscar can be found here, and is a nice guy, as well as poet and writer:
Before we continue, here are the rules of the nomination:
1. Pass the tour on to up to four other bloggers. Give them the rules and a specific Monday to post.
2. Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
3. Compose a one-time post which is posted on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).
I chose a few people to nominate – would like to highlight that I do not like leaving people out as we all have our unique story to tell, so chose a few that have personally interacted with me (behind the scenes I’m actually very shy, though most people I mention this to in person do not agree with me).
Not everyone participates in these awards, but will include their links below.
Please visit them at anytime and often. Below are their links and acceptance post dates scheduled during the next four weeks:
Another Voice
by Sam Rappaz, Sam has a great sense of humour, and writes a mean haiku (managing to put all of mine to shame).
Tour Date: 26 January
Life Confusions
by Zee, Zee was one of the first to support me when I breathed life back into my blog in Sept 2014, and has been a constant source of encouragement and friendship – Zee, thank you! 🙂 Wonderful writing and photography.
Love Notes from the Angels
by Trini Lind, spreading Love and Light with beautiful imagery, a pleasure to be across her work.
The Z Channel
By Ogundare Tope, hailing from the continent of my birth, his writing and poetry is a delight to read.
So without further ado, Q & A time:
What am I working on at the moment?
In the process of having a book designed and published (it seems to be never-ending), and I have learnt a lot through the process.
Also, am undertaking a Visual Design course, and trying to learn InDesign inbetween everything else.
In Feb, I am going on a Mobile Development course (Swift), because I don’t feel like teaching myself.
How does my work differ to others in my genre?
When I read all the wonderful poetry on WordPress, I am convinced I cannot write poetry. In saying that however, I find that I have all these words floating through my head longing for release, so I let them out. And because I do not like typing long sentences with punctuation (and especially do not enjoy re-reading my own sentences), I find a poetry-type form of writing the easiest for my brain to handle. I generally like to add images too if I can find any.
Why do I write/create what I do?
For fun really, no other reason. And because I have words in my head. If I had no words in my head, or if it wasn’t fun for me, I wouldn’t do it.
How does my writing/creative process work?
I find prompts really helpful. Sometimes I have nothing to write at all. So then I wait for the Daily Prompt, and respond to that. I would not have half my entries if it weren’t for the prompts that are posted here on WordPress.
Thank you all for stopping by and allowing me to be your host and guide on this stop of “A Tour Through BlogLand”. Please visit my nominator, Oscar, at In So Many Words a gay poetry blog with an emphasis on Faith, Love and Hope #sharingTheLove
An additional note (because really, when I start typing, I cannot stop, I *really* love the sound of my own typing. A very big THANK YOU to all the bloggers and readers who consistently read my poetry and like my posts, I do very much appreciate it! And Thank You for all your wonderful writing that keeps me entertained and inspired and yes, IN AWE, every single day, you are awesome 🙂 This calls for another image, will be right back!
Here we go!
Hand-written
I wrote a letter to my love
And sprayed it all with scent
Poor letter though did not go well
For hand write could not be read
He tried his best, he really did
It’s not his fault at all
So after hours, minutes, days and nights
A phone call I received
To thank me for the letter sweet
Even though it made no sense
He tried to make out all the words
But could I read it back to him?
Liberty
I walk in freedom of the light
When all around me men would fight
I will not fear, will not succumb
Will hold my peace, will not give in
My rest, my life, my liberty
Are mine from birth until the end
White Child in Africa
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me Ishmael.”
I think I first realized something was wrong when our nextdoor neighbour, oom Piet Oberholzer, was murdered
I was about six years old then, and I never will forget when I realized
The perils of being a child of Africa would soon out-way the joys
Of being alive under the African sky
I knew in my heart that a choice would need to be made
One day of choosing to stay or to go
As fate would have it, when the day came to choose
I packed my bags, and with sadness in my heart
I left
First line extracted from the first line of Peter Godwin’s Mukiwa – A White Boy in Africa
Proclamation
I confidently declared
To someone not very close to me
That I am a writer
Without having written
Much of anything at all
But simply stating
With calm assurance
That I code because I write
Leaving me with no choice
But to lift my hands
And write
New Journal
To encourage one
Sentence written per day – New
Book to lead the way
Past, Present, Future
Just as h20 changes form
From water, ice, steam and snow
My life has changed its form
From daughter, wife to mother
From student, employee to writer
My future is ever changing
Ever waiting for those words
Inside my head, inside my mind
To be released, and for those
Colors and endless tales
To no longer silent remain
But to be lovingly
Breathed into life
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/ice-water-steam/
2014 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here's an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 14,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
I Want To Write
I want to write from mountain tops
I want to write from deepest seas
I want to write from forests green
I want to write when I close my eyes
I want to write when I awake
I want to write the dreams I dream
I want to write the rhythm and rhyme
I want to write the words inside of me
I want to write poetry
I want to write
Poems and Petals 