Turquoise Monster

I’ve been reading around the blogs again and finding out stuff I probably should have already known. First off I knew that poetry, even ‘professionally’ published doesn’t sell in huge numbers. You are looking at about 500 copies a title, today I found out that it is basically the same number for picture books over on the Creative Penn blog.

So it looks like my kids poetry picture books aren’t going anywhere fast!

The question is will they do better or worse for being a combination of niche markets? I don’t know and I am not going to give up on them just yet!

Being seasonal I do not expect to sell many until the autumn anyway but sold 9 last week though that is almost all the sales since the new year.

To write the words, I need the thought
To form the thought, I need the pen
To find the pen, I need to shop

The Stationers, aladdin’s cave
Which thoughts should I think
Pink glitter, or stealth nib?

I choose the pen to form the thought
That lurks in the shadows of my mind
Winkled into the light by a tip
Ink slick and smooth

It is an obsession – stationary
A longing for pens, different to hold
Forming different patterns as they glide

The ghost rattled the chimney
Chiming the dust of bricks
Blowing through holes made centuries ago
With nails cut into shape
Jagged and misplaced in darkened wood
Smoke curling, a hand for a moment
The draft from ill fitting pane
Scatters it before a hold could be took
We clogged the sole
With shreds of yesterdays news
You finally slept sound

Whispers of remembrance scorch my ears
Stories of lives left undone
An anchor for ambition
Sinking those that could have grown with the flow
Tears of the soul death
Eating away layers of veneer

Yep 🙂 I have 30 new shiny poems written this month – although they are not all narratives or stories as I had intended, which is the reason I will still be writing until the end of the month! I feel quiet chuffed to be at this point considering it is about half way through the month 🙂

And my husband liked the poem I posted yesterday for him 🙂

My 8 yr old is still going with her poems and is asking if we can make a book out of them 🙂 And Alaric (hubby) is also working away on his 🙂

This got me thinking that I might put some writing inspiration stuff on this blog for other poetry and song writers – I do this with my flash fiction blog Magenta Monster and in fact it is what the monster blogs started off as!

Possibly even set little homeworks for people 🙂

But for now I need to get back to the typing up and editing!

Good luck if you are still trudging your way through the WoPo poem a day challenge.

For Alaric and keeping going to be the person you need to be 🙂

The Dream

You and me we had a dream
Do you remember?
Once we were so keen
Life excitement
The need for extremes
It poured forth
And we bathed
But responsibility
Made us cave
So we sink
Sunk by being brave

And we, you and me
Swam on unnerving wave
Pave the future
Spun on a curve
Dulled by pain
The passion waned
The dream to fade
We, you and me
Once more wade
Out from the shore
As we did before
The dream once more we build
Don’t let emotions kill
Motivation, we have the skill
Break the prediction
No blue pill, no red
Creative zeal

We had this dream you and me
Lets make it real
The kettle’s shrill
Note lets us know
It’s time for tea
And you and me
Will build the dream
That’s how it will be

The amount unseen grows
Where we thought a body of knowledge
Only shadows reside
Growing into an edge
A wave that cascades our way of thinking
Every answer that you find
Spawns a multitude
Nothing is known
No certainties
Only more or less likelies
Turmoil of the rational
And the spiritual

The hunt for knowledge led us to this
We see that there is something
Something we did not know before
From all knowing ignorance
We bloom
A ‘I don’t know anything’
An inquisitive attitude
It is a Wisdom
The journey has begun

A code within a code
A mystery that is never solved
It is the universe that unfolds
Showing shadows of worlds untold
And so we look, and so we find
Questions to answer another time

The words were written at the tips of waves
Crashing along the coast, dark, rapt ribbons of foam
The number of bubble within the froth, a code
A machine that turns and is seen, the world
Simultaneous simulations merge and the model learns
Shame the people do not

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