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“Writing a poem…is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.” Mary Oliver
Poetry, I’m back
and sorry I missed our rendezvous
all these May mornings
forsook you for Twitter
Facebook, email, hotmail
Are you mad?
Feeling jilted?
Regretting all the times
you gave it up for me
during our April trysts?
I guess I needed a break
from our hot-and-heavy
so without telling you
without really knowing
that I was doing it
I stayed away…
But I’m back
feeling lonely, guilty
tentative but resolute
though hesitant
to make glib promises
Can we talk?
© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly
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I know it’s been mighty quiet on here. A break from poetry seems to be the way I recuperate from the April’s National Poetry Month binge of poem-writing. I wrote this poem in May of 2009. It seems history repeats itself this way each year.
I’ve also been busy working on other aspects of writing. In a few weeks I’ll be attending a writer’s conference in Ontario. Somehow getting myself organized for something like that and writing poems doesn’t fit together.
I do have a few new poems online, though, and my own page at VerseWrights. The webmaster there, Carl Sharpe, is most welcoming. So if you’d like to join the VerseWrights poets, why don’t you explore the site and send him an email?
Oh, and one more bit of good news. I entered the 2013 William Henry Drummond Poetry Contest a few weeks ago, and got a lovely email on Mother’s Day, telling me one of the pieces I submitted had won Honourable Mention. “Forest Fire Roundel” will be included in the organization’s 2013 Anthology. (I’ll post it online after the book is published.)
Till next time inspiration hits…
Violet Nesdoly 
I like that poem, Violet. Whereabouts in Ontario will you be?
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Thanks, Catherine!
I will be in Guelph. I’m attending Write! Canada – a conference sponsored by The Word Guild. (I’m looking forward to sitting at the feet of Jane Friedman, one of our speakers and whose continuing class I signed up for.) Also, my book Destiny’s Hands is a finalist in a contest. Awards night is the night before the conference starts… you never know…
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Reblogged this on poetreecreations.org.
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You may have been away but it seems you were busy. It is when we are away but have nothing to be busy about that hurts.
I went through that for a month. I’m not really a poet except people tell me I am. Just find it fun.
I must remember that you have a big list of links for poets. Thanks. I am saving some.
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A lovely poem, Violet. It’s good to take a break now and then!
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Reblogged this on The Onlookers and commented:
We all do cross such a phase wherein writing hits the shelf!
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Thanks for the reblog, Riddhi. It’s always nice when the inspiration returns, isn’t it?
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Yes, surprisingly comes as a means to went out your emotions just when you need to the most… 🙂
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Enjoyed this, Violet! Congrats on your honorable mention. I will go check out your page on VerseWrights.
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You’ve reminded me that we did ‘mess around’ with kitchen things, but after the dishes were done. I remember seeing what other things mixed with baking soda & had a reaction, like vinegar. My daughter played with the flour a lot, because when pressed, it could be molded a little. Little things for play… and for wonderings!
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And I forgot to say that I had missed you, but figured you needed space, and to compliment you on the further reach of the poem, of so many women dreaming out those windows as they stood at the sink. I don’t know how I got here instead of the reply for the ‘dishes’ poem, but I did!! Congrats on your nomination for your book and for your coming publication, Violet!
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Thanks, Linda! Interesting how we, or at least I, need to take a break from heavy-duty online life from time to time. Thanks for coming back!
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Linda, I loved the reactions with baking soda and vinegar & baking powder and water. Another thing I played with was a stomach medicine that fizzed when you added water to the crystals called Eno. What a mess — and what fun!
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