Hsoi Everyone,
I hope this finds you well.
So I just wanted to give a little update on my current poetry projects.
I am currently working on a series of poems that deal with the hidden emotions inside of us. To help me with this I have collected a number of photos to help me with the process, that is being a muse, and some sort of tool to help me formalize some of my ideas.
Here are some of the photos:
Till we meet again, hope you all have a great day.
JR.
Peppered Poetry
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Friday, June 10, 2016
I've discovered a new fear.
Hi everyone,
I hope you are all well.
Just a quick note - I've discovered a new fear - sploges, from ink that is.
But I will not let it deter me, even though it is annoying. Such is the way when you are trying something new. All I can do is accept that they will occur and move on.
For the record - the sploges don't make me want to stop using nibb pens to write my poetry. I still love to use them. Overall it makes me think of being a writer in the days of old - a slower pace of life. A chance to write in the quietness of the night; that is with no computer humming in my ears. Thoughts I cherish.
So do you get the warm fuzziness that comes with writing? If you do, I (and other) would be sure to hear your experience in the comments below.
Till we meet again, have a good day.
JR
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Trying a different way to write - loving it
Hi Everyone,
I hope everyone is going well, and is safe.
Today I thought I would do something different, so as a result I pulled out the nibb pen I was given by my mum a while ago.
After a bit of figuring out (including reading the instructions) I was on my way.
Here are some of my results below.
I really enjoyed the process. The end result is I LOVE IT. I am going to use it again and again. One day I might even splurge on a really nice one - there are definitely a lot to salivate over when I do a search on nibb pens.
I hope you enjoyed reading this post. I know I enjoyed writing it.
If you have ever written with a nibb pen feel free to share your experience in the comments below.
Till we meet again, have a great one.
JR.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Rhyme and the pleasure of it
I hope this finds you well, and that you have been having a wonderful time as the seasons change.
Today I thought I would share a video from Youtube about rhyme and rhythm in poetry and why its so enjoyable. Its also a useful video, as it gives some terminology of poetry - a useful thing if you are a student. Even if you are not a student, I hope you enjoy it and get something out of it.
Till we meet again, have a great weekend.
JR.
Monday, December 28, 2015
The Red Robin - A Poem Focused On Dementia - A Tribute
Hi Everyone,
I hope this finds you well.
Here is a poem, a tribute to those with dementia.
The Red Robin
My mind is a mist.
Thoughts escape my grasp,
as synapses dissolve.
Crumbling the framework within.
In the distance,
a red robin,
taps at the window,
its all I see right now.
Tombstones of memories form within,
the wisps of my mind,
as the red robin,
still taps at the window,
A delusion from my suffering.
Till we meet again,
JR.
I hope this finds you well.
Here is a poem, a tribute to those with dementia.
The Red Robin
My mind is a mist.
Thoughts escape my grasp,
as synapses dissolve.
Crumbling the framework within.
In the distance,
a red robin,
taps at the window,
its all I see right now.
Tombstones of memories form within,
the wisps of my mind,
as the red robin,
still taps at the window,
A delusion from my suffering.
Till we meet again,
JR.
Different Kinds Of Verse
Hi Everyone,
I hope this finds you well, and that you had a wonderful Christmas wherever you may be.
Today I just wanted to share with you briefly the various types of poetry/verse that exists around the world. Some may be considered ancient, some not so much.
This list is meant as a starting point for gaining poetry knowledge and will give an idea of what you are looking for when you research the various types further.
So without further ado, the list:
Till we meet again, have a good week.
JR.
I hope this finds you well, and that you had a wonderful Christmas wherever you may be.
Today I just wanted to share with you briefly the various types of poetry/verse that exists around the world. Some may be considered ancient, some not so much.
This list is meant as a starting point for gaining poetry knowledge and will give an idea of what you are looking for when you research the various types further.
So without further ado, the list:
- Epic
- Narrative
- Religious / Belief based
- Dramatic
- Descriptive
- Didactic (Teaching / Instructional)
- Lyric
- Satirical
- Occasional
- Light and humorous
- Historical
- Translated
Till we meet again, have a good week.
JR.
Friday, November 20, 2015
A Little Look At C.S. Lewis, Who Also Happened To Be A Poet
Hi Everyone,
I hope this finds you well.
Just a quick post to share with you a poem written by a wonderful author named C S Lewis, who is often remembered for his prose (The Chronicles of Narnia) and not his poetry.
To get you somewhat interested, here is a sample of his poetry:
I hope this finds you well.
Just a quick post to share with you a poem written by a wonderful author named C S Lewis, who is often remembered for his prose (The Chronicles of Narnia) and not his poetry.
To get you somewhat interested, here is a sample of his poetry:
Re-adjustment by C S. Lewis
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour
In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched
The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge
Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.
Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity
Of gentle hearts: someone, however distant in the depths of time,
Who could pick up our signal, who could understand a story. There won't be.
Between the new Hembidae and us who are dying, already
There rises a barrier across which no voice can ever carry,
For devils are unmaking language. We must let that alone forever.
Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future,
And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust
And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging
On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all.
In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched
The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge
Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.
Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity
Of gentle hearts: someone, however distant in the depths of time,
Who could pick up our signal, who could understand a story. There won't be.
Between the new Hembidae and us who are dying, already
There rises a barrier across which no voice can ever carry,
For devils are unmaking language. We must let that alone forever.
Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future,
And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust
And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging
On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all.
Here is an added video to let you know a bit more about who C.S. Lewis was:
I hope you have enjoyed this post.
Till w meet again, have a good week.
JR.
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