Story Diary.) Words of Hope . . .

      I've recently been thinking about continuing my book: A BOOK IS LIKE A SACRED ISLE: A Rain of Booklight; a Book about Books; I realized that I had only written and posted them here on this Blog site and that I needed to collect them into a manuscript; so that is what I've doing for the last two days.

     But as I was working away I wondered why I had bothered writing all this ‘Book about Books’ stuff anyway:  nobody would ever read it!  (My irrational fear of approaching publishers has been growing lately, rather than shrinking!)

      Then yesterday evening a dear friend of mine, Ray, texted me that he had just finished reading all the poems for this proposed book, which I had sent him over two months ago, and what he shared encouraged and comforted me . . . for I know that Ray only writes circumspectly, truthfully, and is careful with his praise of anything I've written:  so that when he does write a kindly critique I can be assured of its veracity!

     ‘. . . I really loved the ‘A BOOK IS LIKE...’ poems . . . quite amazing wee things!’  

     I’d been seriously thinking that I must have been crazy to write over 40 poems on the same theme!! ...When I asked him if people would get sick of so many poems with the same opening line . . . ‘A book is like...’ ...he said:

    ‘I thought they were all quite different and unique so that makes them good.

    Then after Ray texted the above he reminded me of 'The Bookmark Project' idea....I had almost forgotten it!  I must give it some more thought. He wrote:

   And if they are printed on bookmarks then it’s a good thing that there are so many, like ‘collectors’ things!’

    Just a few words of hope . . .  and a little bit of encouragement go a long way!   J

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The Placemark Poems

As the garden daisies

Shut their eye at dusk 

I close my book 

Put away those things 

Of today, awhile . . . 

The life in this book 

Must await another time 

Or, another day 

To take me further, 

Along its line of thought; 

Take me with it onward 

Toward new ideas . . . 

New horizons opened 

And made my own 

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight; Part 2;

The Placemark Poems, # 3

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

The Place I Mark

  

Where in my book I stop and think that place I mark

Where I found the worded jewel I pause and wait

Let life hold for me that flash of light I found there

Till faith wrests in me that thing of rhythmic gold

And with it wreathes a ring around my questing soul 

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight; Part 2, 

‘The Placemark Poems,’ # 1

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like an Ever Winding Road

A book is like an ever winding road . . .

A path to take me deeper to an inner country

Turning corners uncovering thought, new and old;

Offering new ways of seeing to the searching soul

But could I read between its lines, find in its streets

A message, where it in me meets, its matching joy

I would find it light my way: a road to take me through; 

Though it never took a step, it led my heart it could un-code 

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 12
(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Sunlit Window

A book is like a sunlit window

An inner gilded seeing-place

But shall I truly come to see 

Beyond its open shapely casement

A world I had not glimpsed before

Set within the gifted page 

Shared with me by one who dared? 

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 11

(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like an Open Door

A book is like an open door

To take me through to unknown places

To go beyond my former walls

And backward glances

Onward through life’s unlatched portals 

Deeply hid beneath in the core of me  

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 10
(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Soaring Bird

A book is like a soaring bird  

If it lifts me up as if on eagles’ wings

It unravels my heart as the twirl of larks

Unlocks that door within that hears it sing

A book is like a silent thermal

If its inner story warms my heart

It pours its life into my inner core 

Renews my strength as it lifts me up

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 9

(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Spritely Dance

A book is like a spritely dance . . .

It takes me lightly, holds my hand

Through starlit woods to inner fountains led

It captivates the heart it mends

A book is like a gifted chance . . .

It comes to me, a thing of light I had not seen

Through crowded halls to ivory towers led 

It delights the soul it singles out 

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 8

(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Living Wind

A book is like a living wind

Its words flow lightly through me

As a freeing thing of air  

It is message there to move me

For the simple life it finds

It touches . . .

Its spirit as a breeze, blows  

Through my armour

Where it touches my heart  

Its Aeolian harp

It lifts my mind in hope

Where it sways my inner strings

It sings…

Of its living airy life I am taught:

Its seed caught hidden in my dark

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1  # 6

(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

Writing Saga # 30 / The Lonely Poet & The Bookmark Project / LOVE POETRY? FREE BOOKMARK!

  

The Lonely Poet

The breeze that lifts the autumn leaf

And bends the silent flower stem

Tears from my midst the finished page

That cannot see what it will be

But joined with life’s own rifling wind

Will write within the heart it rends

   The Bookmark Project:

   I have been writing for a long time now, or so it seems to me, and getting nowhere. My writing sits inside my laptop year after year and there it stays. I felt that I had so much to share; but now wonder if anyone wants it. Scribbled insights in gifted thought and heart discoveries flow out every day, both in prose and in poetry; but I wonder how I could possibly be a gift to people if I didn’t give.

   One day last week while I was fossicking around for some scrap of paper to mark my place in a lovely book I am reading . . . ‘The Art Spirit,’ by Robert Henri, I suddenly saw what I could do to revive my joy in life again. I could make poetry bookmarks! Real bookmarks!  I could paint slim pictures, overlay them with my writing, and give them away . . . putting them in public places where people can help themselves to one or two. Not everyone has turned to Kindle type machines. There are still many people who actually enjoy reading “really-real” books!

   So that is what I am beginning to do; and ‘THE PLACEMARK POEMS’ are flowing out day by day.  
   I have figured out how I can mass produce them myself at home; the money will come, from somewhere; and I am excited about having a “hands-on” physical project to do. It will promote the love of “really-real” books, and reading, and most of all spread an interest for poetry in a society that has largely forgotten it, or relegated it to something distant and inapproachable. I love art and design, and making beautiful things; and I love giving.

   So, watch this space!  …I’ll post photos of the bookmarks I design in two or three week’s time.  Give and you’ll never walk alone!

                                   LOVE POETRY?  FREE BOOKMARK!

Please feel free to contact the author, Judith Deverell, with any encouragement; her email address at the moment is via:   arielaevans@gmail.com

A Book is like a Melody

A book is like a melody

That sings its song in me

A joy, a light, a splendid thing:

A canticle within

Of wisdom deep in love profound

It shines its dream a pattern                                     

A flighted thing its whispered voice 

A singing written fountain

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 5

(c) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Tree

A book is like a tree in me, these pages are its leaves

Its deeply planted story-root, grows within my soul

Its trunk its message, till its branches reach my heart

That there in blossomed life, its fruits and flowers thrive 

Till it find that place its own, where its inner seeds hide

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 4

(C) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like a Sailing Ship

A book is like a sailing ship, it travels far and wide

It floats upon the inner breeze, within the sea of life                                 

An inner lighted vessel, its pages wind-filled sails

That takes to heart its host of written freedom-wings 

And with them launches out into this gifted deep 

Poem from a Sequence: 

A Rain of Booklight
Part 1, # 3

(C) Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project

A Book is like the Sea

A book is like the sea, reaching far and deep

Its living creatures also roam in moving form

That from my inner harbour’s furthest reach
A worded glimpse that saw the fulmar’s flight

A flash of light that caught the dolphin’s leap 

For joy it sets my soul alight in gifted sight 

 

Poem from a Sequence:

A Rain of Booklight 

Part 1, # 2

© Judith Evans Deverell, 2014

The Bookmark Project