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My Poetry Journey by Meggie Gultiano. leondumoulin.nl poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to goWithout leaving a word or twoI need a companion along the.
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Oh Yes, I was having fun. One day, I noticed a young man posting on an Alumni group on Facebook about his writing being published on a website and I contacted him immediately. We got to chatting and he told me to submit to different places and I might get published too. I immediately went to my collection and behold I could find nothing worth submitting. You see, in the different groups I had joined, I had come across poetry, written so beautifully in free verse. My work was still rough, I still refused to edit, leaving my work as raw as it had stepped out of my brain to paper.

I knew I needed a new body of work. So I started writing again. I now knew more about manipulating words than I did before, so I put pen to paper, as the saying goes. I also realized that those poems that people had responded favorably to on Facebook were not necessarily what the journals, blogs and websites were looking for.

I became disenchanted and stopped submitting my work. I launched my own blog and posted my poems on it. I did this thinking it was a solution to my fears on plagiarism as well as a means of making money from writing.

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I got a following but it was not what I had thought it would be, besides my reasons for curating that blog were not artistic. So after several posts, I quit posting my poems there. The poems of this period in my writing life were more or less portraits. If I am asked what is poetry? My answer will be; It is the painting of pictures with simple words that sing and also tells the story of the world to one and to all.

The problem with my writing at this time was, my poems had no messages neither did they sing. I was just painting. These set of poems; I try not to think of. Like my rants, they are gathering dust somewhere. Well, after several years, I suddenly realized that I have not submitted to a Nigerian blog before.

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I did some research and found one. I typed the poem on my phone and sent it to the blog. I was not expecting an acceptance, I tell you. So I was dumbfounded when I got a mail, asking me to confirm that the poem had not been published elsewhere as it had been accepted…. Finally, Validation! I was finally doing it right.

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Since then, my work has appeared in several literary journals and websites both in Nigeria and outside the shores of my country, on a chapbook anthology and I have won a competition. I even got a writing gig for a blog through contacts I made from posting my poems online. In the midst of this, I discovered an app that allows me combine my words with pictures and after posting on the app, I could link it to Instagram, Facebook and the likes. I had great reviews from that also but I later stopped when my phone went bad.

When I get another phone, I will go back to it. I feel it is beautiful; combining words with pictures. I even have a business idea based on this but that is for another day. What have I learnt so far on this my unplanned trip into writing poetry? I have learnt that, poetry is first and foremost about you. Who are you? How do you see the world?

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What do you want to tell the people around you? Where do you hurt? Poetry is a way of life; of seeing the world and reacting to it. Who you are determines what you write about and how you go about writing it. My advice to those of you like me, who are yet to find their voice, yet to get validation or yet to write the first line, is go on and write. Never stop writing whether or not people get you or not. Remember it is personal. It is a relationship between your thoughts, your feelings, your experiences and the world.

Take care of your words, polish them, wear them beautiful clothes or paint them in gory colours but never leave them drab. Experiment with words; poetic license is not the license to be crude but it is the license to improve how we communicate.


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Use that. Interact with other poets…networking is key. They always have valuable advice; I can attest to that. Read poetry. Most poems are read by poets. It is the sad reality of being a poet; we are not as lucky as prose writers. This will show you what is missing in your own writing.

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Also you tend to find that what you considered to be unique about your writing is being done by another poet and he or she is doing it better than you. Also read literary journals, so you are abreast with what is going on in the world of nerds. You will get rejections; in fact, expect rejections but do not be dejected by it. I have several rejection letters on my email as well as on my Submittable account. It hurts, I know but it makes the acceptance even sweeter. Another thing you should also try is posting to blogs where you are given a short time to write about a theme or an image.

This will help you get used to being creative on the fly. Again I emphasize, never stop writing and never stop submitting. Have I found my voice, my sound, my stage and my audience? I am still working on it. I feel that I will still evolve and the day I stop evolving in my writing process, that day, my poetry will die.

Along the way though, I intend to enjoy it all.

Meggie Gultiano

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Find the rhymes that combine With what lies inside the mind, To stumble upon the future pleasure, That you unearth with delight, As you wonder. Inspiration is born out of desire. Fuel to fire the birth of creation. The mind quakes for a taste Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness. Brandon Amberger May The Road to Redemption. Alex McQuate May Great tragedy suffered, Impossible circumstances conquered, The warrior walks upon the field flanked path.

The wanderer's armor tells a tale, Battle scarred and partially rent asunder, A face of stoicism that hides the haggardness underneath, Peeking out beneath the mask of a hardened soldier. The clouds clap ahead, preceded by flashes of light brightly illuminating the world, Accompanied shortly after by the rainfall. A trickle becomes a downpour, The battered individual trudging along as the road becomes a bog of mud and slop, The message firmly planted within their mind.

Coming upon the dark outline of the castle ahead the warrior picks up pace, Reflecting upon what would happen to those that the Warrior helped. The pace is now fueled by a different kind of urgency. The rain is cold upon the faces of those that it falls on, The torn edges of metal digging in at places, Some already wounded and tender, As the final hilltop between them is crested. The gates are closed, And this loyal soldier is for the moment shut out, A fist is raised, The declaration of allegience given, An angry detailing of the warriors achievements and adventures shouted, And a challenge of one's path, Building in anger and fury as the dam finally breaks and gushes forth, Threatening to shatter the gate and doors to splinters and twisted metal.