Memorial

She stood like a stiff board
As the men carried the box
To it’s restful place.

Drapped on top of the pearl box
laid a flag adorned with
Stars and stripes.

The flag took her father’s place,
no more daddy dances nor
fishing with him.

Many shake her hand,
not one hold on too long,
Thanking her for his service.
This was in honor if Memorial Day here in the States. I have close ties to military families and my significant other is in the service. A wonderful yet gloomy day Memorial day is to remember the fallen.

5 Tips to Help Blog For 1 Year

1. Be Personal. Your readers are more likely to connect with you if you are personal with them. This also means being honest.

2. Use Categories and Tags. With every post you share you should have at least 1 category and 3 tags. By adding tags you are increasing your chances that your blog will be found by a variety of people

3. Get on a schedule. This will not only help yourself stay organized and keep your blog relevant in your wordpress followers feed this will also let your followers know when to expect your latest post. This can always be adjusted because unexpected events cannot be accounted for.

4. Be Active. In order to gain followers you must be a follower first. Believe in your work and people will find it and also believe in it as well. Join interest groups on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Tumblr, etc…

5. Try something new. Don’t be afraid to branch out from your usual posts. Do you typically write serious articles? Why not try writing an article about odd things you see people do.

Bonus: Don’t Give Up. If blogging was easy than everyone would be succeeding at it. Stick with it even if you don’t get the traffic you really want at first, it is okay we all went through it.

Call Center

Ring, Ring, Ring
for three hours
that’s what I hear.

Others murmur about their days,
or gossip about one another
while they wait for a ‘Hello.’

Time to time that stranger
is invested in my voice,
for the company.

Rejection after rejection
hollows me out.
I leave the shift
wearing my failure.

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Footing

My focus is at the peak of a mountain,
of which I cannot see
I can only imagine what it’s like.

As I climb upwards,
I often can’t breathe, can’t see
and I am pushed back down.

I can stop here and I’ll be alright
as I look up I want to see beyond
that mountain peak.

Life they said was hard if you want to succeed,
you’ve got to be willing to climb,
and get back up after you’ve lost your footing.

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Happy Anniversary Writing Natural!

Today marks one year since I started to write a blog for myself. Once I started, I wasn’t sure what I was doing nor was I sure that I would make it an entire year, yet here we are. First off, Thank you to all of my followers, and devoted readers because without you all continuously encouraging me to keep producing new material I would have stopped months ago.

What‘s Next?

I quite can’t say what my next step is because at this moment all I have are ideas sitting at a drawing board with no action behind them. Yes, I will still be creating new material daily. The current ideas on the drawing board are:

  • Renovating my Guest Blogger Series
  • Create more “food for thought” material
  • Incorporate new Social Media (Twitter or Facebook)
  • Produce a Poetry Book (featuring some of my favorite and some follower favorites)
  • Revamp my logo

If you could leave a comment below as to which idea you would like to see most I would definitely appreciate that. Or if you have suggestions leave them below as well! After all, I want my followers to enjoy my writing as much as I do.

Stay tuned this week as I continue to celebrate my Anniversary here on WordPress with some poetry.

Many Thanks,
Writing Natural Name & Slogan

 

5 Poet to Poet Tips

I am no expert in Poetry writing, however as I continue to produce new material. I wanted to share some tips with you that I have gained over the years.

  1. Word Choice Counts. Poems are typically short and can have multiple meanings but this depends on your word choice. I enjoy writing ambiguous poetry however, it is also nice for your readers to connect with you. Be mindful of your words.
  2. Line Numbers. Typical poets write from 4 to 12 or longer lines within a poem. Find your sweet spot. Not every poem should be 12 lines but the more lines you have the more time you have to convey your message. Lines are your friends.
  3. Use Metaphors and Similes. These will bring imagery to your poem without having to tell the reader what to feel or think. Example: “…the poet danced like a balloon in the wind…”
  4. Avoid Clichés. Your reader has probably already read many clichés and they want to read something fresh and new. Unless your cliché can enhance your poetry do your best to steer clear.
  5. Experiment. Try something new. If you find trouble when you restrain yourself to a poem type, try using various poem types every week. This will ensure that you grow, even if you think the poem is bad; at least you tried something new.

Have you received any good tips that aren’t listed above? Please share with me so I can continue to grow as a novice poet.

Soaring

Your wings are spread like an eagle,
soaring through the bright blue sky
leaving a trail behind.

Disbelief shields my eyes
in all your glory.

You gain altitude before stalling,
your jet comes falling.

You catch up with your shadow
just before pulling up and out
in a double barrel roll.

Your metal wings shine bright,
as I salute your hard work
and endless protection.


This weekend I attended an Airshow where the main attractions were The Blue Angels and Canada’s Snowbirds.(Side Note: From seeing the show I got second degree sunburn and blisters which put me away form my computer for the past few days). This is my second Airshow in this town. Seeing the hard work of these pilots makes me want to become a pilot. Below are just some of the talent I saw Sunday.

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Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

As the years pass by, I have realized how lucky I am to have a mother like you. From the day you discovered you were having a child to this moment, you’ve done nothing but support me. You’ve worked hard to make sure I had the things I needed. Granted, there were times where I heard you cry on the phone begging for more time and I couldn’t do anything to help. Some how you always made life work, I will never understand how you did it.

Our life wasn’t easy, you strived to move us from your car and the homeless shelters to a stable home. I watched you open your doors for people in need, which taught me to be selfless when I can. My first Easter away from home as well as my first pay check, I visited a local fast food restaurant where I seen a homeless woman sitting alone not eating. The restaurant was packed with many people in their Easter day clothes. I bought that woman a meal before I ate my food. I thought of all the times I was lucky because someone gave us food, mom I paid it forward.

You always held my dreams for me, even when I decided I didn’t want to be a teacher. You were upset because I was so close to the finish line and uncertain about my future. But somehow you knew that everything would be okay. I found a Master program that I enjoy more than anything.

Mom I know life hasn’t always treated us fairly, but you taught me to make do with what you have because it could always be worse. I wasn’t always happy that we had to go to the laundry mat early in the morning or that we visited local food banks. Over the years you gave me the skills I needed in order to be self sufficient. You showed me the importance of keeping a house clean. You taught me how to cook food without burning it (minus fried chicken but we won’t talk about that).

I want to apologize for the years I pushed you away because I was embarrassed by you. I want to apologize for those days where I threw a tantrum because I didn’t get my way. I want to apologize for crying because you were brushing my hair. I want to thank you for teaching me how to cook a feast, how to enjoy what I have, how to love, how to appreciate the flowers we planted, how to chase after my dreams. Remember that day you said goodbye and left me in my dorm room for the first time? I cried because I left the nest. You were now a phone call and almost two hundred miles away. Yet, you taught me that everything would be okay.

Mom you gave me more than life. You showed me how to be compassionate, open minded, positive, grateful, and most of all to never give up on my dreams. That is something I can never repay you for. I can only hope to make you proud of the person I continue to become. Happy Early Mother’s Day.

Love,
Your only Daughter.