Writing is Joy

I love to write. Whether it’s poetry or memoir or even casual blogs…I love it. I always have. I think it’s the one thing that I can see myself doing as a career and the one thing I can say I truly don’t feel is a chore. Now, writing for school can seem like  a chore and writing things that I find boring can seem like a chore, but deep down I love it. I am really proud of myself for the progress I have made in school (my creative writing program for my Master’s degree) and the progress I have made on my own personal blog. I seem to start my blog and write in it 2 or 3 times and then forget about it for months. In the beginning of 2012, I would write for a few weeks and then stop. In August 2012, I wrote several blogs and I did again t in November 2012 then again in January/February of this year. It’s like I would take several months off from my blog and I don’t want to do that anymore. I love writing and I love sharing my views even if no one reads them. My progress has been great this time. Since the end of June I have written a blog almost every single week, sometimes more!

The sad thing is I forgot how much relaxation and serenity writing brings me. As I suffer from anxiety, pregnancy hormones, raging emotions I know that I can easily turn these stressors into writing and it brings me joy. I guess sometimes we forget. I don’t want to forget anymore. I have 94 days left in my pregnancy and then a whole new amazing, awe inspiring, life changing chapter of our lives will begin. I need to embrace it and write about it. I want to say thank you (again) to all my readers and family and friends who stick by me, pray for me, send good, happy vibes my way. You all are the best. You help remind me who I am when the world around me seems dim. <3.  

Look out for more writing, more chapters to my memoir, To the Ends of the Earth and more updates about baby bug. I may just share another short post later today <3. (I know, I know three blog posts in one day! It’s a miracle.)


For the Love of Poetry

Some of you may know that I’m taking a poetry course this term in my Master’s Program. I thought I might share some of the work I have done so far.

This first poem is about the writing process:

Writing: A Process

The sound of a pen

Scratching across the page–

Furiously scribbling.


Thoughts spilling out forming art on paper.


The sound of a pen

Scratching out the words–

Starting over.

The second poem was at topic of your choice expressing tone (tone of the poem):

Where is home?

We were happy there

In our tiny apartment

Just big enough for two

Dancing in the living room

To the movie credits.


No cable television

No four-course meals

Or exotic vacations

But, we had our home

And we had each other.


They shipped us away

Farther than either of us had ever gone

Across the world

Torn from everything we knew

At least we are together.


We are happy here

In our comfortable apartment

With our dog and our cable television

There’s plenty of room for two

And one on the way.


Building our lives

In a foreign place

Going on exotic vacations

And returning together

To our home


They tell us to go

Back across the world

To leave our home

For the past three years

For a new place.

The third poem is using a different persona; so writing from someone else’s point of view besides your own:

Temporary Insanity

I brace myself at the door

Not knowing what is waiting

On the other side.

Will she be sweet

Or will she be sour?


What happened to my darling,

My little wife,

Who once loved my every move?

Now, my breathing too loudly

Is a cause for fury.


The experts swear

That this is just a phase

That she will return

To her usual, sunny disposition

And like me once again.


I’m still concerned

Nine months is a long time

To wait and pray

For an end

To temporary insanity.

Lastly, this poem is using figurative language including symbolism and allusion:

New Day

 Some days I wake up in prison

Locked away

By Poseidon’s servants–my only jailers.


Some days I wake up in paradise

Kissed by sunlight

In my own personal heaven.


Most days I wake up in my bedroom

Squished by a white ball of fur

Sleeping on my head.


I’d love to hear your thoughts on any or all of my poems. It’s a fun course, even though it is challenging. My goal is to share on my blog more often. I have had this blog for three years and I only manage to post occasionally. I know soon life will be even more hectic with the arrival of our bug, but I hope I continue to write and connect with all of you.