BIG NEWS!!! I'm a published author!!!

[KagomeShuko]

My big news? Here it is!!!

http://gallery.greatestjournal.com/albums/up5/561/186561/eclecticisms.jpg

Just a bit before continuing. I had a lot in mind for dedications and acknowledgements and seriously prayed about that before I wrote any of them.

Cover Blurb:
Eclecticisms is an eclectic collection of poetry that reflects on creativity, life, literature, love, religion and much more. It offers poems for all ages and for all types of imaginations. The poems are enhanced by the black and white artwork of Lorelei Bleie, which is inspiring in and of itself.

Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my good friends George R. Baum, Michael D. Bridges, and Troy A. Loken. May God always bless you richly.

Acknowledgement:
I'd like to acknowledge Dr. John Wood for the education and support I was always given. Most of all, I thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit who have blessed me with the talent of writing.

Want more information? Contact me!

Stein Auf!
Bridget

[pjw]

congrats

[Flipper]

Congratulations!!

[ctay]

Congratulations!!!!!

[Jim47]

Congtartulations :thumbsup:

[SPALATIN]

Congrats Bridget

[Tetzel]

:thumbsup: Way to go!

[KEPLER]

Welcome to a very small club! :thumbsup:

[AngelusSax]

Congrats!

[ChiRho]

My big news? Here it is!!!

http://gallery.greatestjournal.com/albums/up5/561/186561/eclecticisms.jpg

Just a bit before continuing. I had a lot in mind for dedications and acknowledgements and seriously prayed about that before I wrote any of them.

Cover Blurb:
Eclecticisms is an eclectic collection of poetry that reflects on creativity, life, literature, love, religion and much more. It offers poems for all ages and for all types of imaginations. The poems are enhanced by the black and white artwork of Lorelei Bleie, which is inspiring in and of itself.

Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my good friends George R. Baum, Michael D. Bridges, and Troy A. Loken. May God always bless you richly.

Acknowledgement:
I'd like to acknowledge Dr. John Wood for the education and support I was always given. Most of all, I thank my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit who have blessed me with the talent of writing.

Want more information? Contact me!

Stein Auf!
Bridget


Hows about a sampling?

[KagomeShuko]

Sure, ChiRho, I just had to decide.

Thinking of Becca While
Admiring Klimt's Danae

I was safe in my mother's womb.
It was a place of solitude, quietness, peace.
My soul begs for tranquility.
I curl up by my window,
The soft light beckoning me to come.
I'd rather sleep -
Like a fetus at rest -
Not quite ready to be birthed.
My hand sucking my bosom,
I dream of silence and love
As I let the light flow past me
And the day fade into night.

~ Bridget Ilene Delaney ~

[SPALATIN]

Sure, ChiRho, I just had to decide.

Thinking of Becca While
Admiring Klimt's Danae

I was safe in my mother's womb.
It was a place of solitude, quietness, peace.
My soul begs for tranquility.
I curl up by my window,
The soft light beckoning me to come.
I'd rather sleep -
Like a fetus at rest -
Not quite ready to be birthed.
My hand sucking my bosom,
I dream of silence and love
As I let the light flow past me
And the day fade into night.

~ Bridget Ilene Delaney ~

My daughter, who is almost nine writes poetry as well.

Now that you are published I can say I knew you when you were still unpublished. Good Poem Bridget.

[ByzantineDixie]

Well, my guess is that my lack of literary aptitude has been obvious during my tenure at CF...which is why I make my living in the sciences and not the arts. I wish I had better literary skills but wishin' ain't havin'.

Bridget, I imagine this is a superb poem...but for myself, I don't understand it. :sigh:

Is it kosher in literary circles to ask the author to explain the imagery and symbolism?

[KagomeShuko]

Scott, yes, yes, you can, and it's great that your daughter is writing poetry! One of my friends has a nine year old who writes poetry as well.

Rose, yes, it is okay to ask. However, this poem is pretty much straightfoward. Becca is simpl one of my friends. There is a painting by Gustav Klimt called Danae. (http://www.mcs.csuhayward.edu/~malek/Klimt/klimt7.jpg - it's probably not quite appropriate to post ON cf, but it is ARTWORK).

As you can see how the woman is in the painting and the light . . I picked one poem that I really liked with not all that much symbolism.

Stein Auf!
Bridget

[Victrixa]

Congratulations Bridget. :) I hope to be published one day too... :P Fantastic! :thumbsup:

[Knowledge3]

I write poetry too.

Good luck to your writing

[ChiRho]

Well, my guess is that my lack of literary aptitude has been obvious during my tenure at CF...which is why I make my living in the sciences and not the arts. I wish I had better literary skills but wishin' ain't havin'.

Bridget, I imagine this is a superb poem...but for myself, I don't understand it. :sigh:

Is it kosher in literary circles to ask the author to explain the imagery and symbolism?

The code of the artists' has always left me scratching my head as well. I can draw reasonably well (as a senior in high school, I qualified for art scholarships to Ball State University), but I never fit into the world of art.

My favorite poem? Ironically, it is one that I have never understood.

E.E. Cummings

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death to was)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.

Perhaps Bridget, since you are a poet, you may be able to shed some light on Mr. Cummings verse?

Oh, and I am sure your poem is great, so congratulations, I just don't get it either. :doh:

[SPALATIN]

The code of the artists' has always left me scratching my head as well. I can draw reasonably well (as a senior in high school, I qualified for art scholarships to Ball State University), but I never fit into the world of art.



David Letterman's Alma Mater? And you passed it up? ChiRho, how could you?

You could be making $m of dollars hosting a late night talk show now.

[ChiRho]

David Letterman's Alma Mater? And you passed it up? ChiRho, how could you?

You could be making $m of dollars hosting a late night talk show now.


I am twice disqualified: I need a bigger front tooth gap...and I lack fluency of the coded "Marry Me!" language.

[SPALATIN]

I am twice disqualified: I need a bigger front tooth gap...and I lack fluency of the coded "Marry Me!" language.

Yeah but he had that fixed with some neat dental work that I am sure he can well afford. Well hey anyone can come up with a code if they're as crazy as this woman appears to be Remember Russell Crowe in (A Beautiful Mind).

Hmmm let's see what happened to the woman (Margaret Ray) who used to break into his house and claim that they were married? Didn't she bow down before the train God and he must not have liked her either because he took her life.

[KagomeShuko]

The code of the artists' has always left me scratching my head as well. I can draw reasonably well (as a senior in high school, I qualified for art scholarships to Ball State University), but I never fit into the world of art.

My favorite poem? Ironically, it is one that I have never understood.

E.E. Cummings

what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
-when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of things
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
-whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death to was)
-all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live.

Perhaps Bridget, since you are a poet, you may be able to shed some light on Mr. Cummings verse?

Oh, and I am sure your poem is great, so congratulations, I just don't get it either. :doh:

Perhaps I could shed some insight into it?? Oh boy. . .LOL cummings is always hard to really "get," as much as I like some of his poems, so I'm reading this and here are my thoughts (besides that his poems are kinda to extremely weird):

What if the wind could show the truth? What if the wind could tear away the stars of night and let the sun shine forever? What if the wind could make the king a beggar and the queen seem to be a beggar? (friends will become enemies and space and time will no longer exist) - when the skies and seas are no more, man will still exist.

What if the wind could attack the hills snow and sleet and make them scream? What if the wind could strangle the valleys with ropes and bury the forests in snow? Hope will be gone and terror will take over. People will no longer see. (People will be jealous and not sympathic, they will be logical and have no faith). They have hearts of stone and are earthly and logicals and welcome the spring.

What if a dream came true and the universe were split in half? What if it stays like that and we are split across the universe? We will be no more, but there will be two universes (We are, but we will not be; we will not be, but we were) - the universe will cease to exist, so we will have no home. As we live, we continue to die.
Now, I know this might not make any sense to you either, so . . .

I guess cummings is saying that if the wind could destroy the universe, then we'd all be destroyed, too. Within the poem there's the is the fact of things like the "prince and the pauper" - having people completely switching roles while the universe is being destroyed.

I guess.

Like I said, it's cummings.

Stein Auf!
Bridget