Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Midnight Comes by S.J. Blasko // author interview + blog tour


Happy Tuesday, reader pals! 

Today I'm here with an author interview, in celebration of S.J. Blasko's newly released poetry collection. I had the privilege of beta-reading this gorgeous collection a few months ago, and y'all... *collapses to the ground* It. is. fabulous. If you enjoy poetry, twisted fairytales, or just want to support teenaged indie authors, you're not going to want to miss Midnight Comes! <3 

I had so much fun doing an interview with the author, so read on to check that out! :D



Synopsis

Once upon a time...
There was a sorceress, who cursed a prince to become as beastly as his pride
There was a daughter, who watched from her window and ached to see the world
There was a mermaid, who traded her voice for a human soul
There was a stepmother, who saw beauty only in others, never in herself
And there was a boy, who forgot the warmth of love.

In five narrative poems exploring the darker, more human side of these classic fairytales, rediscover the characters as they are given a voice of their own.



Author Interview

What inspired the idea of writing a poetry collection?
A couple of factors came into play for that. First of all, April is National Poetry Month, so I followed a couple of daily prompt sites and was bombarded with ideas from those XD. Second, my high school English and Creative Writing teacher held a poetry reading of his works and a classmate of mine opened for him with some beautiful poems. And thirdly, as if those weren’t enough, I was the co-editor of my school’s literary magazine this past year, which centered around (you guessed it) poetry. So I guess writing my own poems naturally followed.


Have you always written poetry or is this something you’ve started more recently?
I wrote a few poems growing up, but with the exception of a select few, they will most likely never see the light of day. It wasn’t really until this past year that I started writing the poems I’m proud of.


Which poem from the collection is your favorite?
That’s so hard to choose! I think for my personal favorite, I have to go with Mirror, Mirror.


How long have you been writing in general? (poems, stories, whatever)
I’ve been writing seriously for about five years, but I’ve loved stories my entire life. When I was little, I made up tons of them, but I either told them to myself or acted them out with my toys. I didn’t start writing them down until I was thirteen.


Do you prefer to write by hand or on a computer/tablet? Why?
For poetry, I prefer writing on a computer. It’s easier for me to organize my thoughts with the unlined white space, and it’s easy to move around and delete segments and lines that don’t work.
For story writing, I much prefer paper. It’s the same reason for both, ironically, the different mediums give me the right amount of space in my head to get the words out.


What does your typical writing schedule look like? (Like, how often do you write, where do you write, and what time of day.)
My typical writing schedule looks like tears and bursts of inspiration and more tears. I haven’t found a way to consistently work writing time into my day yet, so until I do, I’m a write-when-the-muse-strikes kind of author. And boy, does the muse strike like a sledgehammer.


Do you plan to publish more written works in the future?
Absolutely!! I’m already working on two more themed poetry collections, as well as a few novels. My biggest novel project right now is a retelling of the Peter Pan story, where Pan and Captain Hook are brothers, and the story centers around a girl with cystic fibrosis who comes to Neverland.


That sounds fabulous! Thanks for stopping by, Sierra! 

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Your turn, readers! Do you read and/or write poetry? Did you enjoy the interview? Think you'll check out the fabulous book? I'd love to hear! <3

~Faith

Friday, September 29, 2017

Their Story // a firefly poem


(I'm getting a teensy bit better at making graphics, yes?)



the words 
they just come 
late at night
early morning 
the in-between
they come
they're here
the words 
flow
the story is 
being told 
this 
this is it
this is the way 
my writing 
is meant 
to be done 
the story
is alive
the characters 
growing 
breathing 
telling their story
through my fingers 
because it is
it's their story
and they've shared it
with me
so that I 
can at least try
to share it 
with the world 
and to that 
I say

Soli Deo Gloria. 



-- written September 26th, 4:00 to 4:15 pm 

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Writing in the Sunset // a firefly poem



the light 
shining from my screen
reflects off the rim
of my glasses 
it changes 
flickers 
as I scroll 
through the pages 

I lift my head
and glance around 
the world is darkening
last pink hues gone
sunset slipping away 
while country music 
plays in the background 

the day is passed
the warmth diminishing 
the sun gone
but I'm still here

writing words 


-- written June 6th, 9:00 to 9:07 p.m. 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

8:07 // a firefly poem



8:07 
by Firefly 


the sunlight 
it filters through the window
it dances across the bed 
it shines into my space
leaving a golden path across my hands. 
my hands are clicking
moving
writing 
typing 
and the golden light stays there upon their backs. 
now it's 8:09
and this moment is gone. 
but again 
tomorrow
as I sit here to write
the sun will rise
and this moment will happen again. 
at 8:07... 


Yeah, I know. Faith writing poetry – not the norm. But I've been strangely inspired to write some free verse lately... *shrugs* 

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

'Twas the Night Before Jesus Came

We've all heard the old, well known Christmas poem, right? "'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there." 
Well, I am blessed to know three 'versions' of this popular poem. The other two being, "Cajun Night Before Christmas" and "'Twas the Night Before Jesus Came". I'm going to share the latter with you all today. :D 

As I was thinking of different things to post on during 12 Days of Christmas, my mom mentioned that she had a few things I may want to use. This was one of them. I know I've read it or heard it read in years past, but I'd forgotten about it. Re-reading it and typing it up to share with y'all, the message of the poem really spoke to me. I found it to be very special and thought-provoking. 



'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house 
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house. 
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there. 

The children were dressing to crawl into bed, 
Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head. 
And mom in her rocker with baby on her lap 
Was watching the late show while I took a nap. 

When out of the East there arose such a clatter, 
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. 
Away to the window I flew like a flash 
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! 

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. 
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be "The Day" ! 

The Light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus! Returning just like He had said. 
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth, 
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. 

In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man. 
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; 
When He said, "It's not here", my head hung in shame. 

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above. 
With those who were ready He rose without a sound 
While all the rest were left standing around. 

I fell to my knees, but it was too late; 
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate. 
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; 
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight. 

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; 
The coming of Jesus is drawing near. 
There's only one life and when comes the last call 
We'll find that the Bible was true AFTER ALL! 

Note: I did not write this poem and I have no claim on it. If I knew the author's name I would give them the credit. :)

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What do you think? 
Did you enjoy it?
Had you heard it before? 


"Christmas Tidings" ~ Day Three




Today's 12 Days of Christmas links!! :) 
~ Visit RebekahAshleigh's blog for a recipe for Christmas candy! 
~ Visit Lauren's Amazing World for the story behind on of the best-loved songs of Christmas! 
~ Visit Whimsical Writings for a Christmas book review! 
~ Visit Simply Stories for a Christmas story! 

Merry Christmas everyone! I'm off to town now! :)
~Faith