Poem for the day:

"waiting for you to say"

I’m waiting for you to say

those three small words 

that hold such sway

but you continue to hesitate

and my patience is running thin

if I only knew way back then

but now it is too late

A second poem for the day:

“did I wait too long?”

did I wait too long

to let you know how I feel

now that you are hers

I can see you are happy

I guess I should keep quiet

Poem for the day:

“you left on a Sunday”

you left on a Sunday

though it seemed like yesterday

that I found myself all alone

with only items you left behind –

leftovers of love that ended unkind

seeing them everyday pains me to the bone

Poem for the day:

“an apology to my younger self”

I apologize to my younger self

for not cherishing you more

those days of carefree play

opening presents on Christmas day

lounging on the couch with dad

or watching mom bake a cake

I should have loved those thick

ponytails instead of praying

for silky straight hair

I should have never tossed

away my dolls for the great

boyfriend who never came

those days are now long gone

and those faces have all aged

I wish I hugged you tighter

instead of rushing you away

Poem for today:

“waiting for love”

I’ve been waiting patiently

for love to show its face

to wrap me in its arms

and never let me go

I’ve been patiently waiting

to meet that one person

who will stop me in my tracks

and fall under their spell

have I been waiting too long?

did I somehow miss the train?

perhaps love already came by

but I was too distracted to see

I do not know the answer

yet still my heart waits

patiently on love’s arrival

I hope I’m not too late

Poem for the Day:

“behind closed doors”

you told me over the telephone

to keep this behind closed doors

I’m not even to hold your hand

even strolling the produce stands

must keep this love undercover

you’re too afraid of what others

may gossip and say behind our backs

but I’m not worry about that

so what? we are two of a kind

and at least in my own mind

you’re the one I want to spend

days traversing all over continents

painting the sky in vivid hues

can’t you see – I only want you

but you rather keep me in closets

that no one will ever bother

like winter blankets, worn and old

never used until you’re cold

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This week would have been my uncle's 66th birthday.  He unfortunately passed away in April 2004 from liver cancer.   We were not especially close while I was growing up.  However, we were able to connect in his last few months of life.  This is a poem I wrote a few months after his passing.

"I never got the chance to tell you"

I never got the chance to tell you

that I loved you dearly.

I never got the chance to tell you

that I still wanted you near.

I never got the chance to tell you,

that your light is bright as the stars.

I never got the chance to tell you

how special you really are.

I never got the chance to tell you

that you inspire me to go on.

I never got the chance to tell you

that your words help me stay strong.

I never got the chance to tell you

that our meeting changed my life.

I never got the chance to tell you

that I will keep up the fight.

I never got the chance to tell you

that I will miss you when you’re gone.

I never got the chance to tell you

that we will meet again at the dawn.

Another fibonacci poem:

"not you"

the

scent

of his

cologne made

me think back to you

when I used to sleep in your arms

until I snapped out of that dream

sitting at my desk

with this man

who was

not

you

Fibonacci Poem for the Day

“my bed is cold”

my

bed

is cold

without you

laying beside me

and those pillows bring no comfort

so I stare up at the ceiling

dreaming about you

by my side

instead

of

hers

Thought of the Day

Here's a little poem that was placed on my heart this morning:

It makes my heart sad

when I see people take

their rage and cause chaos

I wish they only knew

that I don’t hate you

I want you to look

past the boxes you

want to place me in

by sex, gender, race,

nationality or faith –

can you not see that

I’m human just like you

Here are two triolet poems I wrote inspired by Writer's Digest Poetic Aside's prompt for November 12th "After _________".   The second one is a response to the first one.


“After I left”

after I left, did you miss me?

did you wait for me to return

or did you just play make believe?

after I left, did you miss me?

did you come outside just to see

if my heart made a big u-turn?

after I left, did you miss me?

did you wait for me to return?

"After you left”

after you left, my heart cried tears

but eventually the wounds healed

and I forgot the long sad years

after you left, my heart cried tears

but my mind let go of those fears

my true happiness was revealed

after you left, my heart cried tears

but eventually the wounds healed

Two poems for the day:

This first poem I wrote last year in Kyrelle poetic form:

"none of them compared to you"

There was a time I chased the sun
tasted silver stars on my tongue
had torrid affairs with the moon
but none of them compared to you

I danced with the trees just for fun
the ocean's beauty had me stunned
mountaintops played a lovely tune
but none of them compared to you



This second poem I did a bit of experimenting with repeating lines, similar to a madrigal poem but not actually a madrigal poem:

“The temptation I couldn’t resist”

you were the temptation I couldn’t resist

despite the omens, I still wanted your kiss

and now my soul is shrouded in sin

it was a mistake to let you in

my heart – leading me to a bloody end

what do I wish for now? where do I begin?

I wish what I know now, I knew back then.

you were the temptation I couldn’t resist

it was a huge mistake to let you in

despite the signs, I still wanted your kiss

leading my heart to a bloody end

my soul is now is shrouded in sin

what do I wish for?  where do I begin?

what I know now, I wish I knew back then

Writing and Social Media: Trying to Keep My Head above Water

            The Internet has changed many aspects of our lives.  Social media, in particular, has turned the world upside down.  As a writer looking for ways to showcase my work and “build my brand” as many writing experts would say, it can be a bit overwhelming.  There are so many different websites at one’s disposal – Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, LinkedIn, Wattpad, Goodreads, Pinterest, and the lists goes on.  It seems as soon as you learn about one site, a new one comes along.  Just this past weekend, I discovered another website for writers called Tablo.  I only learned of them because they apparently liked one of my tweets.  I did take a quick peak at their website to find out what they were about.  It seems interesting, but at this point I’m not sure I want to join another social media website.  I don’t want to be inundated with having to keep up with multiple website profiles and posting, along with my blog.  I do have a full-time job, which I actually get paid for, to pay my bills. 

            I do, however, think it is important to explore all possibilities when it comes to sharing your work, finding an audience and building a name for yourself.  There are multiple avenues to get your work out that didn’t exist twenty or even ten years ago.  It is all about finding what works for you.  I recently joined Wattpad.  At first I thought Wattpad was just for fan fiction writers, until I learned that Wattpad covers many different genres of writing.  So far I have read some good writing, and received feedback on some of my poems.  I’m interested to see where this will take me.

            On the other hand, there is always the question about what you want to post online.  Many literary journals do not accept previously published work, including work that has been posted online.  There are some journals who give exception, such as work posted on a personal blog.  Others have no exception – if it can be found online, it is considered “published”.  This presents a dilemma as to what you should post if you want to submit your writing to literary journals.  I have come up with a balance approach.  I post some of my best writings online and others I keep offline for submissions.  So far I have leaned toward keeping what I considered my “top” poems offline, because I want to make good impressions when I start submitting to journals.  However, at the same time I don’t want to post mediocre poems on my blog or elsewhere.  I think my online audience deserves to see my best work as well.  Whether this approach will work, only time will tell.

            I’m sort of new to this, but I am learning as I go along.  I’m sure I am not the only one out there trying to stay afloat in the writing and publishing world.  Yet I refuse to let it get me down and will keep pushing and posting.  Have a good day and look out for my new poetry posting.

I recently posted another mini poetry collection entitled "Paris and London" by ArcadiaM on Wattpad.  If you are a Wattpad user, you can check out the entire collection on the Wattpad website.

Here are three poems that are part of that collection:

“What I found in Paris”

I found no handsome vampire

nor werewolves lurking in sewers

but under the Eiffel Tower

I found you and your flirty eyes

inviting me to stay awhile

“Two lovers”

I saw figures along the Seine

two lovers in a tight embrace

so lost in each other’s kisses

unaware of invading eyes

passing them by on a cruise boat

“The good smelling stranger”

climbing up the steps of the Tube

my mind was lost in thoughts and dreams

when your scent invaded my nose

I turned and looked back to find you

but you vanished into the crowd

"watching and waiting"

do you stare at your phone
or computer screen
in anticipation
of a message or 

some sort of notification 

from someone - anyone
acknowledging your words

and existence

technology has allowed us
to reach out to hands and hearts
across oceans, bringing us closer
yet one can still feel
isolated and alone
in a room waiting
for your phone

 to play a tune

Here's a new poem for the day:

“Surrendering”

I spent most of my life

in war with my body

wanting it to be different –

more like the other girls

I saw on TV or in magazines

I wanted my hair straighter,

skin clearer, my thighs thinner

or perhaps larger breasts,

washboard abs and smaller hips –

anything but what I had

but no matter how hard I try

I could never stop my body

fighting against my harsh waves

crashing against the rocks

saying, no that is not the way

in the end I gave up the fruitless

fight and threw up my arms

surrendering myself to the tides

I allowed the person within

break out and be free

For those who are users of Wattpad.  I posted a 6 poem collection of decima poetry.  It's my first posting since I'm a new user.  You can check it on their website here.   Just look for my username "ArcadiaM".


In addition, I am also participating in Writers Digest Poetic Asides November Poem-A-Day Chapbook challenge.  I decided to write all madrigal poems specifically for this challenge.  This should be quite interesting experience since rhyming poetry does not come very natural to me.   However, I hope by the end of the month I will be better at it.  For Day 1, we are to write a "Day After" poem.  You can check out one of my madrigals I wrote for today on the  Poetic Asides blog website under username "Amaria".