My Favorite Halloween Poems

My Favorite Halloween Poems

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Tee hee hee, it’s only my favorite season of the year! Meh to winter, spring, and summer–autumn is my time.

I delight in the cooling temperatures, pursuing the aisles for everything black and orange. In the wintertime, I like to listen to carols but for Halloween, I love to fall into the rhymes of a spooky verse.

All Souls’ Night, 1917
Hortense King Flexner

You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.

I love how these verses evoke the somberness of season with a concise eloquence. It doesn’t take several stanzas to build such a mood–it’s present from the first line.

Theme in Yellow
Carl Sandburg

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

Who isn’t transported their grandpa’s farm in the heart of October? This poem is rich with imagery.

Dusk in Autumn
Sara Teasdale

The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.

And thro’ the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they’re having tea,
I wish they’d give a cup to me,
With witches’ currant cake.

I love the story within, this reminds me of a Halloween poem that you would find on a vintage postcard.

I do hope that these poems get you into the spirit ❤ I tend to have a theme with my favorites. I prefer poems that short and snappy, that don’t require intense buildup. It’s easy for me to be distracted, but all three of these poems suck me into their eerie worlds.

Sweet Halloween Tidings

Credit:

Poems found on poets.org

Gorgeous Gothic image found on pixabay.com

Taking Back my Projects

Taking Back my Projects

For the past few months, I have been in survival mode. It’s only been about making it through the day, just completing the most essential of tasks. I am starting to realize that I wasn’t very good at handling my disappointment with a few people in my life, and I bottled everything up and hibernated. I gave them all of my power, and I allowed them to take complete control of my life.

I know that I need to stop blaming them too, I think the reason I have is because it’s been hard for me to process this emotion of disappointment. I don’t do things for others because I expect anything back–the disappointment comes from hoping they will show up in some form or another for you, but they don’t at all.

You aren’t worth anything for them, when they meant so much to them. It can be a really tough pill to shallow, and I’ve had a hell of a time managing to this, but I’m starting to see the light at the end of tunnel. I am starting to see how much healthier and happier my life can be without them. And with this healing taking place, I’m starting to pick up my writing projects again.

Earlier this year, I self published February Rain which was an accomplishment that brought me a lot of joy. For me, the success comes from finishing the project. I had an idea for another poetry book but I haven’t made any effort on it. I’m starting to scribble ideas down and I can feel the momentum building.

My hope is in a few months, I’ll be able to write every day, and take back my projects.

Hitting a Creative Block

Hitting a Creative Block

From a creative standpoint, I have hit a block.

Whether it be writing, drawing, or music, I have been stalled in the creation process. I think for the past couple of months, I have tried too hard. I pushed myself to write, paint, craft–create anything that I could come up with.

I feel like a runaway train that has finally crashed, unable to will herself to move forward. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I’ve made a lot of changes in my personal life, recently leaving a toxic job. I identified with certain people, expectations, and beliefs, and various amounts of these three aspects had to be let go.  To be a bit more specific (since I can tell how vague I am coming off) I am thinking of a few people that I spent so much time with, thought we were good friends, acquaintances, whatever. But in the end, they just ended up showing their true colors–coming off uncaring and cold.

On one level, I understand that this is who they’ve always been, and I was doing my best to see the best in people who were essentially jerks. I just feel upset though that they couldn’t be anything better in the end, and that I allowed myself to keep trying to believe in them. I know it’s my fault for continuing to invest in them, but I have let them go this week. They can go on and keep being them, I’m not going to extend myself any further for them.

While it’s extremely healing to release toxic people from your life, I have been too overwhelmed with emotion and change to channel myself into my creative projects. The problem has been, I’ve always been way too sensitive and I feel far too much on a deeper level. On the plus side, I have enough self-awareness to see when I am wrong, see when I am being too sensitive, feeling too much. I can recognize my errors no problem.

What I can’t seem to do sometimes is to find my way out and back to the land of creation.

February Rain, Finally Complete

February Rain, Finally Complete

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When editing a manuscript it is ridiculously easy to become blind to your own errors. Many of my mistakes slip by, even though I’ve really sharpen my editing skills. I’m still nothing close to perfect, English is just far too difficult to understand sometimes.

The more I learn, the less I know.

For example, I’m still struggling to fully differentiate between farther and further. This is probably one example of probably 10 other questions I’m currently researching. I’ve used both words in my own speaking interchangeably, but I’m starting to suspect now that many of those uses were incorrect.

With February Rain, the manuscript was edited numerous times, but when the printed book came out, a few errors stood out like a sore thumb. Thankfully, I was able to catch them and update the book in the amazon store.

After reviewing my newest printed copy, I can say with probably 95% confidence, the book is error-free. I’m one of those writers who will never ever claim to know everything there is to know. I’m always studying and striving to improve my skills and techniques, and I don’t think I’ve ever be perfect, even if I spend the next 50 years locked on a mountain with a bunch of grammar books. If that happened, I’m sure my language would find itself 50 years out of date, since language and always evolving and also, there is always and will be something new to learn.

Reading this version of the book without errors, I was finally able to dive into the poems. I really love this book because I’m still in so much love with the poems. Yes, I am the author, but I do not feel biased, because I usually hate everything that I write when I read it a short while later. I was very surprised to find that I still adore these poems and the images of other realities that it evokes within me. I usually question if I am capable of writing anything interesting, but I am still fascinated with February Rain. 

Giving Up on a Creative Project

Giving Up on a Creative Project

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These past couple of weeks have been insanely busy.

From a creative perspective, I have really struggled to keep chipping away at my projects. I hate to be such a slow worker, but haste always makes waste whenever I rush my projects.

This entire week, I’ve been tackling boring adulting tasks sometimes up to midnight-only to crash and be up at the crack of dawn.

Rinse and repeat.

I decided to let go of my podcast idea that I had been working on for a few years. I was very sad to let it go, but I just couldn’t bring the project to fruition. I tried over and over, and made countless episodes. But when I listened to my episodes, I always sounded so nervous.

I found it so frustrating, that I would work on a project so many times, but still come off so nervous and unprepared. I’m not sure why I couldn’t calm down, and that’s when the realization came that this probably wasn’t a good idea to continue.

I just keep thinking about all of the time I’ve wasted on it. Time I didn’t have, but carved out to work on it.

A Saturday Night Ritual-Midnight Pictures

A Saturday Night Ritual-Midnight Pictures

I’m usually passed out around this time of night but I wanted to fight the urge to turn in.

I deserve a break from adulting for a least one silly night a week.

I worked on snapping some pictures for my poetry book that I plan on self-publishing. At first I thought of completing some illustrations, but all of my efforts look like a childish, amateurish mess. I would love to collaborate with a real illustrator but this project is so tiny that I couldn’t afford to pay them.

I’m a staunch believer that all artists deserve a fair pay.

Plus, my only goal with making this book is to show myself that I have a right to be a writer, and so there is no hope or goal of any financial success. The only success is to muck up the courage to create a book out of it.

So I ended up using black and white photographs. I think it looks a lot more romantic, and loads more professional than my paintings could ever make it. All of the photo used a noir filter and really played with light, trying to evoke that magical late-night feel. They remind me of an evening ritual that lasts throughout the night.

I hope others feel magic and mystery from them.

 

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Blog Refocus: Creating My Future

Blog Refocus: Creating My Future

I’ve been wanting to give my blog direction for a few months, but have struggled to come up with a clear direction.

My problem is always that I am over-inspired, and find many things profoundly interesting. I love living in the information age, it is a lot to take in from the internet but my curious mind is always satisfied (or terrified from what’s out there).

Despite finding many great pieces of knowledge out there, I’ve struggled with a deep sadness–depression. So many parts of my life are lagging behind, I’m just stuck. But what I am doing is taking what I learn every day from this world and trying to apply it to help push my life in a better direction.

A quote from Jim Rohn touches on this perfectly:

“Don’t let your learning lead to knowledge. Let your learning lead to action.”