Dance Fun + How to Publish an Audiobook Novel by Chris Hall – Happiness Between Tails
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What’s poetry mean to you? You can find definitions, but to be honest, I’m the “I know it when I see it, and only then I think maybe I know it,” sort. Could that be part of why my novels are taking so long (tell me about it)?
For some, the poetry has to rhyme. Others want the words perform some sort of rhyming math, along the lines of 5-7-5 triplets that haikus do. There are plenty of poetry lovers who elect to break all the rules. It’s been said that one needs to know rules first, but lots of writers consider the learning part too much of a bother. If you want, here’s writer/scholar Brian Geiger’s advice on publishing poetry at WordPress, and author Josephine Corcoran’s on formatting it for WordPress.
Ahhh… to each their own…
In today’s case, the “own” belongs to Joseph Mayo Wristen. Born in Toppenish, Washington, he’s mostly lived in the U.S. North West. From ages 17 to 26, he traveled all over Europe and North America, working odd jobs and meeting interesting people. He’s attended college and film school, sold encyclopedias and children’s books, and currently works in the solar energy.
It took a while for him to share his poetry, but since his youngest daughter told him he should, he’s published a bunch!
His Facebook page includes videos of him reading aloud. Here’s one of his that Nopoet JaArtist uploaded to their Youtube site.
Remember, Emily Dickinson showed us, “’Hope’ is the thing with feathers”…
a bird’s song heard in a dream by joseph mayo wristen
12 crows sitting across the street
scattered wings of origin
perched from the tree tops
to the hanging branches below
someone is here visiting us
misunderstandings found in
history’s unknown truths
feelings that come over you when
you know you’re not alone
drop of rain touching trenched
soil secret in magic’s reconciliation
an eye summoning autumn’s flower
our souls last tear — love
calling out for collectivism
in this world of fame there are
many forces that stand against
man’s idol tides of destruction
voices heard in the silence of the
wind, modernization scattered
across time’s voided scheme
players in twilight’s hour
calling out to you, asking you
to take a moment to listen to
nature’s wish, rhythms found
in her breath violent yet caring
in a succession of union
lights appearing one at a time
here and there throughout
bear wolf earth’s seeded wilderness
all along the way life’s song
giving us a chance
for solitude in love’s redemption
there can be no blame in
our yesterday or in our search
for the way of tomorrow
here lies the
warble answer to
rumors and innuendoes of our heritage
you know there is nothing to finding
peace if we will only allow ourselves to believe
in the vision found in god’s dream
a bird heard in the night
to us his song of forgiveness
What does poetry mean to you?