I’m one of two sponsors for a POETRY CONTEST! That means that if you enter and win, then you will receive a copy of The Unhappy Wife and Daddy, among other prizes, like money.
I agreed to sponsor this poetry contest because the theme is self-care/self-love, which is something that I’ve been promoting for a few years now, either on the blog, through my books, or in personal action. I place high value on self-love and self-care, and if you’re a poet who does too, then please consider entering.
Also, I agreed to participate because I trust and follow the poetry contest’s host, Yecheilyah Ysrayl and one of the judges, Lisa Tetting. They’re both fabulous bloggers and self-published authors whom I admire.
So, if you’re interested in submitting, then please follow the directions on the flyer, or click on it, which will direct you to the PBS blog for more information. But don’t wait too long. Entry submissions close July 31st.
Most of all, GOOD LUCK to all of you poets!
Sometimes my brain thinks in Haiku. I cannot explain it, nor would I ever try. It just is. Here’s an example:
I’m walking around
with an OM tat on my arm,
But people challenge
this concept with constancy,
You’re white and I’m black.
He’s Jewish and she’s Muslim.
They’re poor and we’re rich.
Who cares? What matters?
I wonder as we bicker.
Who gains from such rifts?
I know the answer.
It’s a rhetorical thought.
if we allow it.
Otherwise, can’t we create
a new world order?
Revolution. © 2017 K E Garland. All Rights Reserved.
Feel free to add a verse. How do you think we can come to understand we’re all one? Do we need to try or will it just happen naturally?
Sometimes a Haiku comes to me as a result of a specific thought. I work through it in my Notes section until it’s as clear as possible. This one came from the phrase, “I can love that person…but from a distance.” This phrase always seemed not loving to me at all. Tell me what you think about the Haiku or the phrase.
I know you.
Your mother was abusive.
Your father left for another family.
But still they are not responsible for your happiness.
I know you.
Your sister was drug addicted.
Your brother molested you.
But still they are not the reason you cannot smile.
I know you.
Your stepmother ignored you.
Your stepfather mistreated you.
But still you cannot blame them for your sad circumstances.
Love your self.
You are not an abused daughter.
You are not an abandoned child.
Know your self.
You are not your sister’s illness.
You are not your brother’s problems.
Know your worth.
You are not an unimportant stepdaughter.
You are not your stepfather’s rage.
You can become responsible for your own happiness.
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