There’s a lot of papers
In binders and folders
On piles and shelves
Filled and blank
Written or scribbled
Into verses and inquiries
Onto files and flash drives
Typed and saved
Shared or hidden
To just a girl
Writing her freedom
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You don’t realize what you have forgotten until you’re forced to remember. ~TrinaLynne
As you all know, I have been working on my latest compilation of poetry entitled Just A Girl. The book contains poems that are autobiographical in nature, yet anyone can relate to them. At least, I hope so. ?
Putting this book together requires daily meditation. Many memories from my younger years are vague and must be reconstructed. Others have been locked away never to see the light of day.
Each day, depending on the subject, I spend anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour reflecting. I close my eyes and allow my mind to wander to a place from the past. Sometimes the memory is clear and is immediately recognizable. Other times a memory is blurry or incomplete. In these situations, once I begin to focus in, the memory is confusing or startling.
There are so many things I forgot about, willingly and unwillingly. However, it has been a real eye opening experience. Some things I’m really proud of and some things I’m ashamed of, but all of it will be a part of the poetry I create.
I cannot wait for all of you to read Just A Girl. You won’t be disappointed and you may find yourself tapping into memories you thought were lost.
Until next time.
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The Nor’easter is bringing amounts of snow that I cannot recall seeing in my 30 years of life. Each week, Philadelphia has had snow storms that produced over 8 inches for a bit over a month.
The storms are a great reason to stay indoors. Although I work from home, so I don’t technically get a snow day (even when power goes out).
Working on Just A Girl has posed a problem small problem. This past week, I’ve been working on the chapter about my grandma.
One of the things that is prominent when speaking of her is her love for her flowers. She maintained a community garden, won numerous awards, and was a member of the Philadelphia Horticulture Center. I loved learning about the many plants, flowers and trees that held her attention.
Throughout the week I have been trying to artistically create my grandmother’s garden. I want readers to see the daisies blowing in the breeze. I want them to smell the roses wrapped around the arch in the garden’s center. I want you to behold the amazingly colored marigolds.
Bringing the colors and smells to life is becoming more and more difficult when the only color I see when looking out the window is white. An exercise that seems to help is closing my eyes and forcing myself to remember the garden. Conjuring the memories were difficult at first, as my grandmother passed away when I was 16 years of age, but I kept trying. The exercise was helping but the snow started coming down again.
If I can pull off igniting a reader’s senses without a muse, I will do cartwheels in the snow. However, as of right now, the snow is a major bummer.
Until next time.
Everyone knows that I have been struggling to figure out what my next book would be. There are 6 novels that could be chosen due to not wanting my second book to be poetry as my first was. I’ve gone back and forth over all the titles, hoping that one would speak louder than the others.
Friday evening, while flipping channels, I came across Beauty in Truth on American Masters which airs on PBS. This documentary was about the accomplished and beautifully spirited Alice Walker.
Learning more about Ms. Walker as a woman, mother and writer brought along deep thought. The entire program, ideas for the next publication kept coming to me. By the time it was over, I had come up with the title, cover design, chapters, and release date.
Long story short, this wonderful biography made me realize having poetry as my second book isn’t such a bad thing. There’s a bunch of junk in my closet and it is in need of serious organization. What better way to accomplish such a cleanup than with poetic verse.
Coming up with my next title, after months of trial and error, sent a certain emotional satisfaction over me. It seriously almost brought me to tears, which is why I knew this was the right decision.
So without further ado, the next title from TrinaLynne will be: Just a Girl to be released on March 21, 2014
It is my hope that you follow the progress of the book and gain an interest in it.
Until next time.
As a child
you point to the sky
and let your imagination fly
Do you see
as the clouds float by
and form a man’s tie
Can you tell
there is an apple pie
and a bus to ride
As a child
you can see if you try
and believe without asking why
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