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Looking forward to catching up with old friends, making new ones, and community building through the arts, especially writing.
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‘There’s no perfect life. There’s always something going on behind the curtain that people don’t know about.’ Madelaine Petsch ( Read more at: Brainy Quote )
Longing for time’s
healing
behind curtains
memory eye lids
open and shut
portals
between loss
and renewal.
Yesterday’s grief buzzes in
through the window
suffering gives
wings
of pain’s unraveled
mystery.
The insider wills
yesterday to fly
beyond the
decay of the
human heart.
The sting of understanding
within the sun’s
light
streaming in through the
window
of the open curtains,
invites
the curious outsider
into the room of the
unknown.
(c) June Perkins
Developing the idea from Evening similes, I continued on with the curtain image.
1- I looked to a quotation for inspiration
2- I thought about the idea in my original poem the Pandora’s box of memory and worked on expanding that idea.
3- I went for metaphor more than simile.
4- I thought about the themes of healing, time and grief.
Curtains of Mystery
Curtains are like
eye lids that
open and shut.
Eye lids are
bridges
between night and day.
Day is longing
for freedom to
dream.
Dream is unpicking
the thread of
daylight
meaning.
Meaning is
smiling
its mystery.
(c) June Perkins 27/ 04/2019
These blogs are to explore the editing process from initial idea
to playful experimentation with both theme and form to create a piece
that the poet is finally happy with.
I am revisiting old notebook/blog poems and developing them
Today’s experiment with ‘Evening Similes’ involved
1- Extending metaphors of some parts
2- Playing with the lines
3- Thinking more closely about the links from stanza to stanza
4- Re-titling the poem to ‘Curtains of Mystery’
I hope some of my readers find this sharing of process informative
and helpful to their own poetic journeys.
Art is like memories lost, then found
Memories can be a Pandora’s box.
Camera is like a dear friend sharing special moments.
A dear friend is the antidote to a depressing day.
Fake flower is like a make-up face.
Make-up face is a shield to protect.
Curtains are like eye lids that open and shut.
Eye lids are bridges between night and day.
Guitar is like a bird that wants to be heard.
Bird is a dreamer’s avenue to wings.
Poem is like a letter to a detective called reader.
(c) June Perkins (From my Archive of Poems)
“Riḍván is a twelve-day festival in the Bahá’í Faith, commemorating Bahá’u’lláh’s declaration that he was a Manifestation of God.
In the Bahá’í Calendar, it begins at sunset on the 13th of Jalál, which translates to the 20th or 21st of April, depending on the date of the March equinox.”
Must be time to work on some Ridvan poems.
My latest work contributed to the Nineteen Month Space
I have been striving to transition from poems to novels for years . I was in despair of ever making this transition. I fell into limbo. But I never ever stopped writing.
I’ve been through genres such 500 word flash fiction, 100 word flash fiction, short stories for children, blogs, non-fiction short articles, and narrative poems. And now for probably the first time this mission to be novelist seems possible and not like some distant, wishy washy, if only, dream.
This time is different because I am working with a mentor who is just the right fit for me.
Yet to be fair, not one detour prior now has been wasted, rather they led me to this point. I am ready to listen to someone who knows how to make this journey from start of manuscript to the end and is generous enough to share her wisdom! I have…
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