Hello. I haven’t posted sinced NaNoWriMo last year and for good reason. Exhaustion. I needed to decompress from the stress of typing all the words so I can continue to write all the words. Before I go any further, happy new year to you all and I hope you are making everyday count for you. This post is to share what I’ve been up to…
When the New Year comes in we are all flooded with the same “New Year, New You” ads to guilt you into signing up for health clubs, insurance clubs, etc… Me personally, I stopped writing resolutions years ago. They’re usually forgotten by Valentine’s Day anyway. Instead, I think of a few goals I want to accomplish during the new year to improve myself. This year, among my usual take better care of my health goals, I vowed to tackle 2 things I am afraid of and something I have been procrastinating with. I was afraid to knit a pair of socks, afraid to re-enter the realm of spoken word and procrastinating with ending a toxic relationship.
Heh, heh, heh… Growth doesn’t happen overnight. It takes consistent effort. I completed my first pair of knitted socks in January and on February 3rd I recited one of my poems during a podcast interview with Sabreen on Soundcloud, Author Event.
Then on February 9th I attended an open mic night where I performed for the first time in a few years. Along with facing those fears I am pursuing what makes me happy – helping, supporting and promoting others.
With the same heated fervor of the Black Panther release, I strive to reach those who need encouragement through my poetic words. My first collection, Entangled Hearts, is available on amazon.com. My second collection, Reflections, is due to be released later this year. Order your copy of Entangled Hearts and remember to challenge yourself to face your fears. Check them off of your list one by one!
Warmth cruising through my veins
following thoughts of you…
Your eyes penetrating my hidden desires
accelerating the beat of my heart with a light caress of your finger.
Magnetized to you, following unspoken commands
my body demands satisfaction only you can provide
with the rhythm of your smile…
I have been feeling all sorts of emotions this month. As I should as September is a month of transitions and in my life experience quite a bit has occurred during this month to have my emotions in a tailspin. Amidst the swirling and working on the release of my next poetry collection, Reflections: Past, Present, Future, I am striving to remain open and receptive to the universe. My heart has not led me astray once, as long as I listen to her. She inspires me with all types of visually tantalizing word play. Sometimes I surprise myself when I re-read some of the poems I have written.
While reading over some of my pieces, I begin feeling warm and tingle all over as I remember some of the inspiring factors behind my words. Erotic is what some of them are. Romance gathers quite a few more and Confrontational Life is how I would categorize some of the others. Where I find most of my truly powerful pieces are in the more erotic zone.
I have been trying to force myself to write more mainstream poetry, attempting to delve into the political poetry spectrum but that is not me. Not at all. I enjoy romance. The feel good vibes and love stories of life inspire me. The soft neck kisses, hand placed at the small of the back, brushing the hair away from the face moments that are quite innocent but invite so much more.
I enjoy writing about that so much more. The soft red light in the room you can see just through a partially ajar door. Quiet music playing. Low moans swimming towards the entryway as imaginable feats of pleasure are being reached. These are the scenes that paint my poetry so vividly, my sultry musings as I shall call them from here on out. Well, let’s see where this will take us…
I found one of my notebooks in my desk at work today (I have several notebooks stashed in various locations at home and at work). Looking through that notebook I discovered some of my poems that were written about six months ago.
Talk about surprise. I am caught off guard sometimes when I re-read my work because the intensity of my poetry is amazing. But alas, it is my poetry, right? This one particular poem, Imperfection Perfection, is one of those poems…
Staring at my reflection
at the results of bearing life
stretch marks gracefully swim
across my abdomen in waves
of caramel kisses.
The low slope of my breasts
reflect the nourishment
I provide for all who came forth
from my body.
My body is imperfectly perfect
in it’s own way
loving me as I love it…
– Why Yet 11/29/16