I want to let you know, that I have been included in a list for Spillword’s Publication of the Month, for the Month of November:
HERE ARE THE NOMINEES:
Redress by Antonia Wang
Holding Hands by Simona Prilogan
Love Me Like A Luna by Joni Caggiano
Elijah’s Mantle by K John Koshy
Your Treasure by Karima Hoisan
The Ocean by J. Iner Souster
What Pretty Doesn’t Know by Diana Burns
In Flanders Fields I Lost My Love by Andrea Walker
Last Dance by JPK
Dippy Eggs by Verity Mason
Crossing The Rubicon by Andrea Damic
Serenity by Contemporary_9
Scratch by Steve Carr
Ragdoll by Liz
I am extremely thankful to everyone who “hearted” my poem and to the Editors at Spillwords for choosing me along with the others mentioned.
As I also chose to do last time, I personally have decided to not ask for votes.
There are many other great poets on the list and one we all know from our WordPress Community too! Please do vote…just understand I will not be participating.
Thank you all for your understanding and for all your great support of me here
on WordPress for 11 years!!
You have made my blogging journey a very special and delightful experience, full of
friendship and learning and mutual support.
Thank you again Spillwords.com for publishing 11 of my poems.
I am eternally grateful to you all and for this honored nomination.
I leave you with a yet unpublished poem of mine from way back in 2003
A+ in Love
When I get it right, it makes me cry…
Tears flow, I like to watch them fall.
The mountains race backwards in the foggy bus window
My shiny face reflecting in the semi-curtained pane
“Who could love like you are asked?””
“Only a fool with a vast expanse of heart.”
“Who could think you would forgive so easily?”
“Only the One who blows apart the pieces.”
I now know how to love the unlovable
I kill some demons with just the touch of warmth.
Embrace the miraculous leper before the bus rolls away,
Then, across an ocean, depression lifts, and a man rises.
Each and every time I get it right, I cry…
So much euphoria and no sadness on my cheeks.
Closer comes the Teacher, tapping me so gently.
“This lesson is now learned. You may close your book”