My skin is expelling months of sin and my brain is swelling around the lack of sanity and my body shakes like an earthquake but all I want is sleep and there are sounds all around from sirens and screaming and evil overtakes my eyes as I glance upon the ground for something, anything when a white angel flutters up to me from below so I hastily tear into it and the answer is there right in my hands, the answer to make or break or fight or flight or whatever other cliche applies to this particular situation.
I decide to make it, to fight.
So I search and call and try to force my body to stop turning against me before it’s too late but after seconds of no one answering I know the chance is gone and I leave a half-hearted note with the man behind the counter explaining to the owner of this treasure that it’s in my possession and I’ll keep it safe until they come forward but within five minutes I make the call and it’s gone.
There’s always next time.
Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Tempest Rose. You can find the original piece on her blog, here.
It’s our first link up! And wow! What a first week! We all wanted to give a big thank you to all those who shared and promoted The Reverie this week, helping to get our name out there. Already, we have received submissions for the magazine (though you’re a bit early guys. October 1st will be here soon, I promise).
This week’s prompt was a real eye-opener. Tamara challenged all of us to tackle the social issues that we see around us. I’ve been lucky enough to catch most of your poetry this week (thank you for the pingbacks), but for those who haven’t linked in yet and heard from either myself, or one of the other editors, please leave your link in the comments below!
Now remember how the prompts work..
Today you give us your links. (Please leave them in the comments below or give us a pingback by 12 pm EST this evening.)
Tomorrow the community gets to vote.
And the only way you can vote, is if you read! Take the time to visit a few of your fellow poets and check out their work.
The community favorite will be featured on Sunday and it will be considered an automatic submission for the Spring 2015 issue of The Reverie. But don’t worry, in a few days the reading sessions open and anyone (and everyone!) can submit freely for the Spring issue. We can’t wait to see what you’ve got!
Hello everyone! Welcome to our first weekly prompt. I hope you are as excited as we are. Each week one of our editors will give you a different prompt to give you a jumping off point for a poem to melt our faces and potentially be published in The Reverie. Honesty, raw and fearless: these are a few of our favorite things.
This week, I’ve been inspired by the 100 Thousand Poets for Change and I hope you will be too. 100 TPC is an annual worldwide event that focuses on uniting local communities with poetry and the goal of social change. September 27th is the next global event, and we want to be a part of it.
This week we’ll be joining in the effort by talking about social change via this budding online community. What is that social issue that you wish would just disappear? The one that bubbles up inside of you and spills all over your page. You’re friends are tired of you posting about it on Facebook. This soapbox is covered in your footprints, but dammit, you need to tell people about it. What is happening in the world that presses your emotional hot button? Privacy and celebrity nude photos? Climate Change? Bullying? Police brutality? Tell us about it. There’s no word limit or specific topic you need to cover.
Be sure to write your poetry on your blog and link back to this post. Friday we’ll post the linkup so we can read each other’s work and support one another. Saturday, you can vote on your favorite and Sunday we’ll feature the community favorite.
So write about it.
Tamara Woods was raised (fairly happily) in West Virginia, where she began writing poetry at the age of 12. She shares poetry and short stories on her blog PenPaperPad, writes for the online ‘zine Lefty Pop and writes articles as a full-time freelance writer. She is a contributor to The Publishing Bloggers Network blog, and hosts #writestuff TweetChat where writers talk about writing. She takes the pain, confusion, love and beauty of living and writes about it. She is a hillbilly hermit in Honolulu living with her Mathmagician.