#OctPoWriMo Day 23: Poem — Troolan — “An Awkward Life” #amwritingpoetry

For OctPoWriMo Day 23, the prompt what you are grateful for, and how gratitude shows up for you in life. The poetry type is Troolan, with 4 quatrains that begin with the same letter — the rhyme scheme is abab.

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I’m grateful for this awkward life,

Each second of rich delight.

Memories, days of hurtful spite;

Creative flight — resilience.

I’m blessed to have family near,

When life was murky, and rough.

When I’ve cried, experienced fear;

Chattered with mom, time ne’er enough.

Movies and popcorn with brothers —

Dinners with family, and friends.

Youth, adulthood with grandmothers;

Choir heard with Dad sung blended.

Somedays I’m grateful for quiet,

Some the gusto of discovery.

Others, I’ve suffered silently,

Guided through faith, recovering.

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Once Impossible” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales

Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Reaching, holding to unimaginable paths,

Burning past bridges,

Dawning pearls, celebrating life’s melodies.

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I’ll conquer once intangible steps —

With precise movements;

Bending, gliding into graceful poses.

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Tempo and rhythm crescendoing bold;

I’m blessed as —

Impossible dreams form opportunities lived.

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Tale Weaver: Poem – Bop – “I’ve Enough” #poetry #taleweaver #dVerse #amwriting

Thanks to Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weavers #176. The Prompt is what it is we want in life. Also, thanks to Bodhirose of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for hosting open link night.

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All the things I want, do I really need?

Do I need more shirts, more heels, is that greed?

If I made my sum of money wanted,

Would it ever be enough? Life’s haunting —

Me to spend more cash, not to save some more;

Could having more money make you poorer?

All I want, need, matters not — I’ve enough.

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If I was perfectly healthy, I would lose,

Freedom over some of, my time; I’d choose —

A job with variety, nice colleagues, laughing,

Not working casually from home alone, aghast —

At how much harder it is with details,

How precision is difficult, I rail —

Not often, but when I’m tired, frustrated,

When my short term memory is flustered.

All I want, need, matters not — I’ve enough.

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Yet I’m able to focus on writing —

My dream; building my talent’s exciting.

I’m able to write, home or a coffee shop,

Or to binge watch Netflix when I’m feeling,

Energyless and downcast, mind reeling.

Wishing I had my blessings and wasn’t ill,

I desire my full health, yet I’m fulfilled.

All I want, need, matters not –I’ve enough.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Free Verse – “The a Hobbit Hole” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse #amwriting

Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF. Also thanks to Paul of Poet’s Pub for hosting a #dVerse poem in the form of a blessings poem.

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There are days,

I cannot think, I’m trapped,

Cornered as a sleek red fox,

The Predator’s main course.

Searching for my escape,

Running through the woods.

Tripping on my,

Shaking aching legs.

Adrenaline quicksilver,

Sliding through my veins.

Lungs gasping;

A haunted, hunted child.

By chance, by divinity,

A blessing found,

My ‘hobbits hole.’

My home sweet home;

A hiding place,

To wait out enemies,

Gnashing, clashing,

With pointed teeth.

Vicious men of ill repute,

Fortune or fate despise.

A crook in a fallen tree;

A hole to spy for danger,

As I veil myself beneath,

Thick leaved branches,

Cut from surrounding trees,

Snuggled in my hobbits hole,

Wishing Lord God,

Bless me in my tiny hiding place.

Leave me unconfronted,

Unfound, an illusion —

Of invisibility to threats.

Basking in your security,

Graciously provided,

Let this not be the end.

And I could’ve been wrong,

I could’ve lost hope,

I could’ve been dinner;

Torn apart by savage beasts.

But serenity entered,

On angel’s transparent wings,

Calmed my heart, quickening.

While the peace that —

Passes all understanding;

Surrounded and enfolded me.

When the dread made,

My skin crawl.

When I bit my lip drawing blood,

Sharp teeth approaching,

A beast breathing heavily,

A brutal carnivore.

Wickedness sure to devour;

But he found me not,

I was blessed, I was safe.

Invisible to the lion,

Remaining in my hobbit hole,

Fortitudes fortress,

My hiding place.

And when all was safe,

Morn’s light illuminated.

The dread of frights,

Of the forest night,

The predators that maim,

And kill, disappeared into,

The earth’s bowels.

I prayed, gave thanks,

And into sunlight I fled,

The prey who survived.

So blessed with life,

Living to fight another night,

Another beast,

Serenity my companion,

My relief.

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “Jolly Sailor Boys” #amwriting #movies #mermaids #poetry

Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the Photo Challenge.

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I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from my sea.

My sisters cried and sang for me;

But no siren’s song,

Could sway those ‘Jolly Sailor Boys.’

I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from my sea.

Said I had to walk and run,

But my legs were far too weak.

I stumbled, I fell,

These legs are pure Hell;

Some incantations, my tail was gone.

I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from my sea.

My tears required for eternal life,

They fell in floods and showers,

I drowned them in my tears.

Gaia’s answer from the sky,

Her thoughts of ‘Jolly Sailor Boys.’

My teeth tainted razors,

Ripping throats for dread,

Of what a Captain would do to me,

A creature pure, unperverted,

Mermaid tears were dredged.

I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from my sea.

A siren’s ancient rage awoke,

Became my new morality.

And though I long for waves,

My sisters who live below;

I cannot even swim in the corner,

The ocean’s rejected me.

It seems to me, my tears did mix,

In some fountain of ancient yore;

My only place to freely swim,

So I swam all the more.

I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from my sea,

Now I bathe in this youthful fountain,

No immortality I wanted;

Only my home in open seas.

I wasn’t given a choice,

Only vast eternity.

Forever I was altered,

And one by one they drank;

Those ‘Jolly Sailor Boys’ dead fell,

Into the sea, their bodies compelled.

I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from the sea,

Brought me to gates of immortality,

Trapped in a glass crate.

And when some old spells,

Had me walking regularly;
I hummed my mother’s tune,

Singing for the lost men,

No more ‘Jolly Sailor Boys;’

For Gaia turned on them.

I used to be a mermaid,

They stole me from my sea.

Though, I’m now no mermaid,

I sing the same old tune,

I’ll sing it long, in a siren’s song,

Luring ‘Jolly Sailor Boys,’

That tore me from my sea;

Because when I was once a mermaid,

Those ‘Jolly Sailor Boys’ stole me.

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100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Where Ever You Go” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday

Thanks to the lovely Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays.

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This is your city, you may go where go,

There is no divide, don’t sit, move with flow.

Find your own kind, your worth is innate,

A lust for adventure, has a mind not to wait.

Find your hopes, your dreams, in side streets and aves,

Life is never what it seems, it’s about diverse paths.

Meander down the walkways, from stores to the slums,

Some have wealth and talk the talk, some are treated mute and dumb.

Be not afraid to love everyone,

Not as your sweetheart loved, but as a person, a human.

The city is grand full of sweet times to be had,

As you move through the days understand, be glad,

You are granted time, to do what you love,

To explore, with a sense of chance, to care for the unloved.

Be kind and contrive, a life full of memories,

Experiences survived, wherever you are led,

Go with purpose and never forget you serve,

Are blessed to be, and help others persevere.

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Day 3 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – Elegy/Couplets – “The Traveler Reaches Home” #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is poem type called an elegy – a poem that mourns or honors someone dead or something gone by. Center the elegy on an unusual fact about the person or thing being mourned. ” An elegy generally combines three stages of loss: first there is grief, then praise of the dead one, and finally consolation.” Please see Literary Devices for more information.

I’ve paired this prompt with The A to Z Challenge quote, having the author/quoter’s name begin with the letter C.

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“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

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Here we gather, today it finally hit —

Me, you won’t be coming back; such grit —

You displayed, at the crux, as death grew near.

There was no “going gently” for you dear.

I always admired that you were strong,

At the finish you groaned your last song.

The pain was so great, it hurt us to see,

A candle flame who flared, flickering free.

Death was not easy, nor was your young life.

But you always shouldered through the strife.

A kind, giving person — philanthropist,

With death, you became a minimalist.

Objects hold memories, the Stone’s song we know —

well: “You Can’t Take It With You When You Go.”

As we remember, we wonder why —

Three-years ago you left, disappeared wide —

Across the world, sending postcards to —

Us all, as you adventured across through —

Every country you could see with no —

Face Time, Skype; we were scared you wouldn’t come —

Back; but you knew how sick you had become.

That’s why you left, returned, with all of your —

Stories to share as you withered, poorly —

Weak and fragile, all your living used up.

No matter we were so afraid it’s just —

We didn’t understand your reasons ’til —

You said, “I’m dying fast, I have no more will —

to live, my time is drawing near, I see —

God’s blessed glory shining, in front of me.”

We forgive you for leaving twice; we know —

Your Heavenly home, will now shelter you.

It’s hard how it ended, but we’ll see you —

Soon — in the peace, Heaven granted for you.

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Sunday Prompt: NonFiction – Bad Days Mean Good Days Ahead #amwriting #nonfiction

Thanks to Oloriel of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Sunday Prompt. This week we are to share the happiest moment in our life, or the saddest moment and how we overcame it.

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I’m not going to share my saddest or my happiest moment. I think these moments constantly shift. But I will tell you about yesterday, for me it was a day where I felt hopeless. I’m a goal-oriented person and when I’m not feeling well enough to complete even the tiniest goal on my to do list, I feel lost and useless.

The background to this is as some of you know, is that I deal with depression that has caused what my psychiatrist has diagnosed as Chronic of Severe Fatigue. I’ve had it for years, I’ve always known.

Most doctors don’t even recognize CFS or ME as a disorder although there is information about people suffering from it hundreds of years ago and presently everywhere. As well a good friend of mine also has CFS/ME but hers while sharing some similarities, is a bit different from mine — she is able to work.

I’ve been homebound lately feeling extra fatigued and also because my insurance company ended my disability in November –I’ve lost a great deal of my income for the moment. When I’m so fatigued there are days it’s too much to take a bus.

Sometimes I have no choice but to take a cabl. Some days I wake up greatly worn out even after sleeping all night. The kind of tiredness CFS or ME produces is beyond sleepy –it’s mental and physical exhaustion. So when you can’t afford a cab and only the bus, it makes a person feel trapped when the ride their is tiring.

At times when I’m home too long, I feel lonely and bored. I enjoy being out with friends and family or being able to visit a coffee shop, the mall, the art gallery (etc.), to be around people. The CFS doesn’t allow me to work (go to an office etc). as I never know how I will feel each day. On the flip side, I also need to be home a great deal to recharge. When I go out it’s not for more than a few hours, it’s what my body can handle.

Some days I can’t concentrate well on reading. Some days I can’t concentrate on writing. Other days I can’t do anything but watch the TV or programs on Netflix and after a while, even the stimulation from that bothers me. One or two days a week I feel well and get quite a bit done, only to exhaust myself for the following day.

Yesterday I felt awful even though I had it in me to do a short yoga video and a few simple chores that needed done, then I was physically and mentally worn out and frustrated. I was bothered that I have to stretch a small income so far and that I couldn’t take the cab a short way to this local coffee and book shop or to the mall to look around and have some Edo for lunch.

I’ve also been dealing with weight issues due to a medication. I can’t switch medications, these ones work the best, but as a person who was a chubby child it bothers me I can’t keep my promise to myself to always stay fit. Each diet I try doesn’t work. I need intense cardiovascular exercise but beyond a bit of walking when I’m well I don’t have the energy for it. So yesterday, that too felt overwhelming.

As well I’ve been freelancing and realized starting out, even to only make a a few extra hundred dollars a month is difficult. It’s like any career, something you have to learn from and build upon overtime.

But today I woke up and my outlook on the world had changed. I prayed last night and I realized this morning, I’m doing fine. I have a warm place to live with nutritious food and for the most part, I can buy what I need each month and do a few things with friends. My friends are also extremely understanding of what I experience and that along with my family’s understanding is a blessing as well.

I’m hoping on ‘good days’ I can learn to endure the bus, to get out of the house more often because being around people makes me happy, even if I’m only an observer on certain occasions.

I don’t feel lost today. I stopped focusing on ‘me’ and ‘my problems’ and recognized even though I think I have it bad certain days, others are experiencing much worse problems around the world.

I also realized starting something such as a part-time freelance career (even a limited number of hours a week) after not being able to work after nine-years at all, will take time, more than a few months effort and additional learning.

Most vitally I realized God has me and my problems in the palm of His hand and He is taking care of me even when I feel stuck in life. He says even when I’m still and not doing much at all, it’s enough. Yesterday was a bad day but sometimes you need bad days so you know how to be thankful for good days. Do you agree?

“The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” – Exodus 14:14

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Notable Quotes March 2017 Part One #quotes #pinterest

Happy March. Enjoy the quotes and I do apologize if there are doubles from last month. I try to delete those out of my pictures but forget sometimes 🙂

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Interview With Michele Vecchitto

Hi everyone! Wonderful to see you again for this biweekly interview with Michele Vecchitto. Michele is a friendly and kind woman who has a talent for writing wonderful poetry and engaging stories. I have been following her for a couple of years now, so I hope you will like her writing as much as I do. You can visit her blog here: Steps Times Two – Love and Life . . . The Second Time Around.

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1. Hi Michele, Please Tell Us About Where You’re From?

I live in Niantic. It’s a lovely town on the Connecticut shoreline that somehow manages to hold on to the charm of days gone by while still offering all the conveniences I might need.

One of the many treasures in Niantic is a used bookstore called The Book Barn.It now has four or five satellite locations, but the main store is a complex which includes a large barn and several quirky, smaller buildings, each overflowing with books devoted to a particular genre. The few resident cats and some goats, add to its unique vibe. It’s a place to spend the day and get lost in books. Niantic also recently opened a new boardwalk along the beach that offers fantastic views and a place to meet neighbors.

2. Can You Tell Us More About Yourself, Your Everyday Life?

I’m the second of four sisters. My family is especially close and the fifteen children my sisters and I have between behave more like siblings than cousins. My parents are definitely the foundation of our lives. I love everything about belonging to a large family – the support, the laughter, the chaos, and the history we create.

My three children are young adults, busy finding their place in the world. In some ways, they could not be more different from one another, but they remain close. I’m enjoying watching them evolve into the adults they will become. I’m proud of the choices they’ve made and the direction each of them is following in life.

I’ve been exceptionally lucky to find a man who provides the perfect balance to my life. My husband and I have been married just over five years. Mark is an Executive Chef and extremely creative in his own way.

Our personalities are different but we complement each other well. We are each other’s top priority and do everything we can to support each other in our many endeavors. We’ve intertwined our families and I feel blessed to have his three strong, caring, and talented children in my life as well. They, along with their families, are a vital part of my life.

On a professional level, I teach middle school Literature and Language Arts. I love working with students of this age. It’s my favorite age group of kids. I’ve taught math and science and enjoy teaching each subject, but I’m most thrilled to spend my days sharing Literature with my classes. Preteens and teens this age are discovering their voice and it’s exciting to see the world through their eyes.

Additionally, I work as a freelance editor. I’m working with an audio book company and enjoy the exposure to books I might not otherwise read.

“I’ve been exceptionally lucky to find a man who provides the perfect balance to my life. My husband and I have been married just over five years. Mark is an Executive Chef and extremely creative in his own way.” – Michele Vecchitto

3. When Did You First Start Writing and Blogging?

I started my blog in 2014 as a way of keeping myself disciplined about writing, but I’ve always been a writer. I kept journals as a teenager and still have poems I wrote for a memorable class in high school.

My teacher, Ms. Jordan, helped me discover my voice and probably inspired me to become a teacher. I was a stay at home mom for fifteen-years, and when my children were in school, I’d spend eight or more hours a day writing. I took writing classes and completed two novels and a few children’s books.

When I divorced in 2007 and returned to work full time, I lost some of my dedication to the craft. Steps Times Two is my blog and remedy to not being able to write all day anymore.

4. What Does Writing and Blogging Mean To You? Why Do You Write?

I’ve always been a writer as mentioned earlier. I many of my stories and poems from younger days and used to write tales for my kids, nieces, and nephews.

I find if I have an idea for a poem or a story, it screams in my head until I write it down. It’s a great way to discover new ways of thinking about situations or work through issues which lurk beneath the surface. There were times, when I was going through my divorce, writing preserved my sanity.

Beyond these meanings, I love the way writing connects people. I am so excited to be able to talk with people from all over the world about subjects I have brought up or someone else has written about. It sounds sappy, but I believe people are more alike than different and we all have something to share. I am a big fan of the community writing fosters between writers and readers (etc).

“I find if I have an idea for a poem or a story, it screams in my head until I write it down. It’s a great way to discover new ways of thinking about situations or work through issues which lurk beneath the surface. There were times, when I was going through my divorce, writing preserved my sanity.” – Michelle Vecchitto

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5. Where Do You Find Your Inspiration and Motivation to Write?

Sometimes motivation comes from pure emotion. I do some my best writing when I am out of my mind angry or excited about something or someone. I find the best writes are the ones in which I completely lose myself and emerge after I’ve released all my demons on the page. It’s a purge of excess energy which takes on a life of it’s own. Surrendering to the moment can lead to exciting results.

Inspiration for me can come from anywhere: a look between two people; a snippet of conversation I overhear; the expression on someone’s face when they don’t notice I’m looking; and/or an unexpected situation or some mundane activity we all experience. Music also inspires me. My playlist has a bit of everything on it and I love to hit play and let my mind drift. Sometimes I’ll find something to write about immediately and other times, I have to file an idea away and let it resurface when it’s ready.

As well, I’m a huge fan of writing prompts and blogging events. It’s a terrific way to stay involved in the writing community and interact with other people. I love to follow and read what other people are writing because each piece leaves me with something to think about and offers a varied perspective to consider. Prompts for me are similar to a puzzle. Each of us figures out how to put the pieces together in a different way to create authentic images. It’s fun when someone has a completely unique take on the same prompt.

6. Is There A Time Of Day You Prefer to Write?

I prefer to write in the mornings, although, it’s not always possible. During the week, I will write when I come home from teaching school. When I was a stay-at-home mom, I’d write from the time the kids went to school until they came home. I miss those days! I’m hoping to stay home next year and write full time.

“I do some my best writing when I am out of my mind angry or excited about something or someone. I find the best writes are the ones in which I completely lose myself and emerge after I’ve released all my demons on the page. It’s a purge of excess energy which takes on a life of its own. Surrendering to the moment can lead to exciting results.” – Michele Vecchitto

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7. What Are Your Most Current Writing Projects?

I have my blog which I try to work on each day. I also post on Poet’s Corner on WordPress and do my best to keep up. I am working on a historical fiction novel based on my husband’s grandfather who escaped from Poland in the early 1900’s. I’m enjoying the research portion of this novel greatly. In addition, I recently cleaned up a YA novel I wrote about ten-years ago. My romance novel also needs editing and I have two short stories to finish.

My biggest hope for writing projects is finding time to submit projects again and become more involved in responding to all the blog posts I read. Responding to blog posts is a full time job in itself!

8. Can You Tell Us About What Your Publishing Process Has Been for Some of Your Writing?

I’ve had poems published in anthologies and in places like The Reverie Journal. I have self-published two volumes of poetry which can be found on Amazon. I’m considering adding a third volume but I think my next push will be seeking a publisher for a novel.

Years ago, when I had more time, I was organized about sending my work out. I had a contract with Blue Mountain Arts and several ‘good rejections’ from publishing houses. I took classes and attended conferences. I think networking is a huge part of the publishing process and hope to get back to it in the next year.

I’ve been invited to participate in the Austin International Poetry Festival next April. Eight of my poems will be included in their anthology and I plan to travel to the event to do some readings.

“My biggest hope for writing projects is finding time to submit projects again and become more involved in responding to all the blog posts I read. Responding to blog posts is a full time job in itself!” – Michele Vecchitto

9. Are You Able to Describe Your Writing Process To Us?

My writing process varies, depending on the type of project I’m working on, but it always includes music. I have a million playlists and a great pair of headphones.

The first thing I do is put my headphones on and blast the music so I can disappear from the world around me. If I’m working on a poem, I jot ideas or prompts on post-it notes and arrange them around my writing space.

If I’m working on a formal piece, I’ll have notes on rhyme schemes and various types of poetry. After I write, I’ll look for photos to accompany what I’ve written and then decide on a title. My titles always happen last.

If I’m working on a novel or short story, the music part is the same, but I’ll have notes on my bulletin board or in folders which I can flip through. I also send rough drafts to my sister Maureen. She’s read everything I’ve ever written and offers me honest feedback. She’ll tell me what works for her as a reader and what doesn’t, then I go back and edit.

I set my larger pieces aside, sometimes for days but often for months, and then return to them so I can see them with fresh eyes. My YA book has been through three major revisions already and I think it’s almost ready to send out.

11. Do You Prefer Certain Areas of Writing or Reading? Any Genres In Particular?

I’m not sure you can be a writer without being a reader. I love both equally and will read almost anything. I like to balance my writing with quick, light reads and books which require more concentration. I’m a big non-fiction reader. It must be the teacher in me, but there’s never too much knowledge to learn. I always want to discover new things.

My own writing style has surprised me at times. My YA book is a fantasy novel which is something I’ve never followed, however; a fantasy story was the tale waiting to be told when I tackled the YA book project.

I must confess, I do enjoy writing darker, more provocative pieces. There’s such power there. I enjoy inspirational pieces as well. Both of these kinds of writing have their place.

“The first thing I do is put my headphones on and blast the music so I can disappear from the world around me.” – Michele Vecchitto

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12. Do You Have Any Advice For Other Writers or Anything Else You Would Like To Add?

I find the more I write, the better I get. It’s a commitment and like any other craft, needs to be nurtured so, keep writing.

I’ve also started a Facebook page and hope to add more writing related posts in addition to my own poems. Twitter has been a great resource for finding writing communities and sharing information for me as well.

13. Do You Have Any Favorite Blogs?

I’m not sure I have favorites. I love to read blogs of all styles and content. A friend of mine started a blog in which she combines book reviews and running called Belle of the Book. It’s fun to follow a blog when you know the writer personally. If the writing is good I want to read it.

14. Here is A Piece of Michele’s Writing She Has Shared:

“Deerfield’s Ghosts”

By Michele Vecchitto

NOVEMBER 27, 2016 ~ MKVECCHITTO

Wandered into a cemetery

surrounded by a stone wall

hidden in the deep wood

The cold winter’s wind

calling the shadows and

whispering my name

Air weighted with sadness

as tombs of sorrow beckoned

like a house so empty

I stood alone, waiting

as voices of the lost

washed me in time’s tempest

My hands embraced each soul

as I traced those crumbling stones

placed long ago with care

Overcome with tears

as I read of Martha. loving daughter

a life lived five short years

And her mother, wife of John

who shared the same last day

in another time, another place

Night fell and mockingbirds

resumed their evening song, playing chords

that matched a funeral march

Chilled to the bone and wearied

I sank to my knees beside a family plot, crying

Tell me where hope lives

Awareness that each stone was marked

with that date, February 29, 1704,

came slowly, deliberately

Echoes of war drums rang

through the silence as fear

electrified the hallowed space

The massacre of yesterday

forgotten as time moved on

still hosts ghosts of the innocent

Every once and awhile

the lost invite someone back

to share their story

And so I did

Michele says about “Deerfield’s Ghost:” “I love this one because it almost wrote itself. When I came to the point when I narrowed in on a subject, I googled “massacre” to find a specific date to use and came across a list of victims from the Deerfield massacre of 1704. The funny thing is, it included the names and ages of people I had included in my poem.”

More Links To Michele’s Blog Pieces:

Ray holds special meaning for me because it was written for a dear friend who passed away. Reading it at his funeral was the first time I’d read my poetry in public and I feel grateful I had a chance to honor him in this way.

Small Town Hens is an example of a poem I wrote after I witnessed a situation that made my blood boil. It makes me chuckle now because it captured my disgust at poor behavior.

Light of Love was written after the nightclub attack in Orlando. I will sometimes respond to current events in poetry. This incident demanded a response.

The Choice and Metamorphosis are two old ones that I wrote during very difficult times. I try to live my life as described in “The Choice” and “Metamorphosis” speaks to the ability to persevere in even the darkest of times.

Thanks to Michele for thoroughly and thoughtfully answering the interview questions. I wish her much luck with her writing and future endeavours. Here is the link to her blog one more time: Steps Times Two.

I hope you enjoyed this week’s interview. If you would like to share and answer interview questions on writing and blogging of any kind, feel free to reach-out to me on my contact page. See you in two-weeks!

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