The creative writing, observations, experiences, and opinions, on life, and the world around him, by Kiril Kundurazieff; taking one step at a time on the Journey of Discovery, and Enlightenment, that every individual must take from the cradle to the grave.
The 2nd task of the challenge was to choose the theme for your chapbook and 30 poems to include. By including haiku's, cinquain's and tanka's I was able to increase the number of poems in my chosen theme from 24 to 30.
The theme I chose sort of chose itself simply because it was the theme with the most poems in the list I made in part 1. For people with more than 30 poems in their chose theme they would have the task of figuring out which ones to leave out.
With all this done our next task was not to take the whole lot to bed with us, but to ignore them for a couple of days, to allow "your initial feelings toward your work to simmer and marinate." I know, doesn't sound at all sexy to me either, but the whole idea is to see if, after a day or two, you still want to take these 30 poems out on a chapbook date or not.
It's also a chance to take a little stress off you by doing something relaxing, and different than the task at hand.
I celebrated the posting of my 2nd guest post and yesterday paid visits to the two Trader Joe's in Houston.
NEXT: Chapbook Challenge 3: You Deserve a Break Today
My inner cheerleader must be doing handstands and quadruple backflips right about now.
In June of last year I wrote a poem I called "Being my own Cheerleader", and part of it reads...
"God gave me talents That He meant for no other, I must find the strength, & determination, to utilize My gifts or the world loses Much the Great Creator meant for its enrichment.
My talent is an asset Which should not be squandered in A meaningless way. Through my writing I have opportunity To make a lasting impact on the world around me, and beyond."
A lot of things have been going on between when I wrote than in Santa Ana, Ca., and as I write this here in Houston, TX.
Especially, recently, on the creative side of my life.
I am learning to challenge myself in new, and complex, ways, deciding to do new things, returning to doing things I used to do way back before I left my last job in 2010, then broke my ankle.
I am daring to believe that maybe I don’t have to settle for where I’m at, or for what is comfortable and familiar. I am daring to take steps toward the fresh new start that brought me here to Texas in the first place.
...You just won't believe how you can turn it to your creative advantage.
There you are walking down Westheimer, through the Galleria, a museum, a Fiesta supermarket, attending a Texans, or Rockets game, eating lunch at James Coney Island, attending Wednesday, Saturday, or Sunday go to meetin' at Lakewood Church, in a public restroom, on a Metro bus, actually just about anywhere where you are around other people...and can hear what they are saying...to their companion, to a clerk, a docent, a fellow parishner, on a cell phone, or yelling at a ball game, or in a bathroom where all the stalls are occupied, and someone is hopping up, and down, in desperate straits...
Have you ever thought to write down what you hear, and how those scraps of overheard conversations, when strung together, often have an interesting sort of poetry about the result?
Patty Mooney did. Of course, the notion came only after 40 years of writing poetry.
Hey, better late than never!
As she writes: "Now, suddenly, the skies have parted to reveal an unfathomably huge reservoir of poetry, a free-for-all of poems that are ripe for swiping out of the air with a virtual butterfly net. Anyone can do it."
She first blogged about this new, fun, idea for poetry, on her personal blog, in July 2011, and it's an interesting essay.
Experimental, quirky, funny, long, short, nonsensical, thought-provoking? An air poem is all of the above, and more.
I'm prancin’ in the rain Just prancin’ in the rain What a wondrous feelin' I'm happy as sin I'm laughing at clouds So dark up above Joy’s in my heart And I'm ready to create Let the clouds open up All over this place I’ve got a future to obtain I've a smile on my face As I walk down the street To me life is so neat Just prancin’, Prancin’ in the rain
Prancin’ in the rain La-dee-da-dee da La-dee-da-dee-da I'm happy as sin! I'm laughin' and prancin’ in the rain!
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In November 2007 I asked readers for their thoughts on the original 2 chapters of a story idea I had, on several levels, especially those readers who were writers and storytellers.
Never have gotten much of a response, however I am eternally optimistic and hopeful. :-D
Now, while I still want feedback on the above...
In the past 2 years another notion has wormed its way into my thinking, but never made much progress: Use my cat writing creativity as a way to possibly re-awaken The Storyteller somehow.
In recent months, as regular readers know, I've made new friends in writing who have been quite encouraging, and complimentary, about my writing, and my creative hopes and dreams.
On July 25th I spent 2 hours wandering around Irvine Regional Park one evening. I wrote in my journal, spent time thinking about my hopes for the future, from relocating to Texas to ideas for future blogging, asking the Great Creator for guidance (I tried asking a Peacock, or 3, but they were not inclined to share their thoughts, or stand still for photos.). One thing I read was some old notes I'd dug out about The Storyteller.
A couple of days ago, while eating out for lunch, inspiration struck me, and I began to write....
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