I write about events that happen to me and around the world from a writer's point of view. Nothing in my life ever goes smoothly. My focus is on young adult and children's authors, but occasionally I will bring you an adult author. It is my pleasure to introduce new books and authors to my readers. Writing is my life! By Barbara Ehrentreu
Today I welcome Penny Estelle who is stopping by to visit on the blog tour for her new book: Bumped Back in Time.
Penny has prepared a few words to tell us about her book. I can't wait to learn more about it. The title is very intriguing!!
September 13, 2014, marks the 200th anniversary of the Battle of Fort McHenry and the writing of what would eventually become the United States’ national anthem, The Star Spangled Banner.
But once again, historians have left out some important information. Sammy (Samantha) Brown, a 7th grader in Miss Wickware’s history class, played a key role in the whole process. Without her, Mr. Key may have never been on the boat that gave him a bird’s eye view of the whole battle which prompted the famous poet to….maybe you just have to read the story yourself.
Bumped Back In Time Book 4 of The Wickware Sagas. Take a look at
A full moon lit up the bedroom. Sammy lay on the feather mattress in the dark, staring at the ceiling. The window was wide open, a breeze stirring the curtains, though it did nothing to take away the mugginess of the night air. The nightgown Sarah had given Sammy was drenched with sweat and it stuck to her like a second skin.
She got up and walked to the balcony. Dr. Beanes had been right about his wife. Sarah had sat Sammy down and got her a bowl of left over wild turkey and boiled sweet potatoes, which she inhaled.
The older woman tisked her tongue and her head shook in sympathy, distressed at the poor girl’s story. “Your mother must be worried beyond belief,” Sarah said.
“Oh, I’m sure she’s freaking out all over the place,” Sammy snorted. “And like she’ll ever buy this story!”
“I don’t understand. You write stories to sell to your freakish mother?”
Sammy had to chuckle at that one. “No. She’s just going to kill me.”
Outraged, the woman came to her feet. “She will do no such thing. William will make sure that you are safe!”
Staring into the night, Sammy smiled at the memory. She had assured Sarah it was only a saying, but the woman did not seem convinced.
The sound of horses, riding up to the Beanes’ home, brought Sammy out of her reverie. At least ten men, all in red coats, jumped off their horses and headed toward the house.
A serving girl tapped on Sammy’s door before opening it. “Please ma’am, Mistress Beanes would like you to come to her room, quickly.” She turned to lead the way without waiting for a reply, Sammy, hurrying to catch up.
The scene that greeted Sammy when the bedroom opened had the hairs on the back of her neck, not only standing straight out at attention, but screaming “run…hide…wake up!” Goose bumps broke out on her sweaty body.
Dr. Beanes was sitting on a chair putting on his shoes while Sarah was wringing her hands and pale as the snow-white nightgown she was wearing.
Before Sammy could utter a word a BANG BANG BANG came from the door downstairs and that’s when all hell broke loose!
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Thanks to everybody for stopping by to take a look. Bumped Back in Time is the fourth story in the Wickware Sagas. There are five all together.
Billy Cooper’s Awesome Nightmare
Ride of a Lifetime
Flash to the Past
Bumped Back in Time
Riches to Rags
These are all short, time travel adventures involving seventh graders in Miss Wickware’s history class. They must draw a name from a box and do an oral report. SOMEHOW, they end up back in time to get up close and personal with their drawn subject!
I also have a printed version of the Wickware Sagas. This can be found at
Thank you Penny for stopping here on your tour. I wish you lots of luck and plenty of sales!! As a former teacher I would love to have had such exciting historical novels to offer to my students.
Until the next time, I will be speaking with Penny on my Blog Talk Radio Show Red River Radio Tales from the Pages on Thursday, September 25 at 4PM EST. Also on the program will be Ken and Anne Hicks and Lorena Bathey.
Thank you to all of you who continue to enjoy this blog. As I mentioned in my last post, I was too sad to post this summer, but things are better now. Learning to live without my husband has been tough and continues to cause pain, however, I am very thankful I have my two daughters and the rest of my wonderful family to help me through it all.
First of all, let me say how sorry I am for not posting this summer. It was not an easy summer to get through and all that I had to say was very sad. So I decided not to blog until I had something great to tell you and here it is. My new YA novel, After, is being released on October 24th by MuseItUp Publishing!!! It will be in ebook form for awhile. If you pre-order now on the MuseItUp Publishing website you will save about $2.50. Here is the cover for After, the blurb and an excerpt. I am actually my own guest author this time!! As you can see I also have my photo here as well!! I have a few questions that I have answered by myself: Why did you write this book? Actually the events in this book were inspired by own husband's heart attack and bypass surgery. I started it during NaNoWriMo about eight years ago and it kind of follows what actually happened in my own life. I didn't have a chance to finish it then, but a few years ago I picked it up and used the first sentence for one of Margot's workshops. She loved it and also Lea loved it too. So I decided to go back and polish it. I had already finished it and had it critiqued and beta read a few years before. However, I didn't think it was ready. I was right, because it needed to be updated and also the characters needed to be tweaked a little too. It took me two years to get up the nerve to send it in for publication and then it was accepted! I was able to share the joy with my husband last fall, but he is not here to share in the excitement of publication. I know he would be thrilled for me, though. Why did you choose the title After? Originally the title was When My Life Changed, but I realized that all the events took place after the phone call. So I decided to try a simpler one word title that would convey what the book is all about. It is about everything that happens to her after her father calls. What are you working on now? I have another YA novel which is called Footsteps on the Sand and it is about a 16 year old boy whose parents inherit a beach house in the Hamptons. He meets this cute surfer girl, Kristen and he wants to learn to surf. While trying to surf he has an accident and needs to rest in his room after coming back from the hospital. He opens his closet and finds an old surf board and his grandpa's journal. When he opens the journal his grandpa's ghost appears and this begins an incongruous friendship when he asks his grandpa to help him surf. There is romance and a little bit of conflict in it too. I am bringing this to the Children's Novel Workshop in Santa Cruz, CA in October where some professionals will critique it. I am very excited about going to this!! Have you ever thought of writing a sequel toIf I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor? Actually I had not thought about doing that until a friend's granddaughter asked her after reading it if there was a sequel. If I do, it will probably be set a couple of years later and probably be in both POV's. Of course this is just in my head now. I am really trying to concentrate on one book at a time. Now I am very interested in learning more about After.
BLURB: After is a story about the struggles Lauren Walstein, a fifteen-year-old girl, has to go through when her father suddenly has a heart attack and undergoes bypass surgery. In one phone call her life changes completely. Lauren is a character with whom most teens will relate. Her best friend since kindergarten, Joey, is going out with her enemy and they have grown apart. Before the phone call all she thought about was getting a scholarship for softball, and the Mets. Suddenly she must deal with both her father’s illness and being in school. The demands on her from both ends complicate the story. In the middle of all this, she finds she is developing feelings for her best friend that are more than friendly. Is he feeling the same or is he just comforting her? In addition there is Joey’s mean girl friend Amber, who doesn’t appreciate Lauren being in the picture. Will Lauren’s father recover? How will Lauren cope with her new feelings for Joey? EXCERPT:
Let me go back and tell a little bit about myself. First of all, you might be thinking I’m a boy, but you’re wrong. My name is Lauren. I’m fifteen, and my sister is seventeen. I’m one hundred percent female. We learned about stereotypes in social studies and thinking sports can be only a boy’s thing is one of those. The teacher used blondes—and how people think they’re dumb or playing dumb—as an example. We had to come up with a few stereotypes of our own as our ticket to leave that day. It was then I realized my own parents thought in stereotypes. I go against the stereotype for girls. I’ve always loved baseball. Joey loves it differently than I do. He likes to play it, but he memorizes all the facts and can spew them out any time they’re needed. I like the flow of the game and the feel of the perfect pitch leaving my hand. Our friendship goes against the stereotypes, too. He and I clicked in kindergarten. The first day of school, Joey and I sat together and didn’t stop talking the whole morning. My parents told me that when the teacher tried to separate us we both put our feet on the ground and refused to be moved. She let us sit together for the rest of the year. But the next year the teachers were onto us and separated Joey and me for the whole year into different classes. We’d see each other in the hallway and wave. Sometimes I’d have a little tear in my eye when I saw him and it didn’t go away for a long time.
Before the phone call, there I was, eyelids drooping, in front of the TV, about to go upstairs to bed. Mom joined me for the last couple of innings. It looked like the Mets might do it. Though I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was in the process of raising my tall, lean body off the sofa and placing one foot on the floor when the phone rang. Dad usually called Mom late when he worked nights, so I handed the phone to Mom and started upstairs. I didn’t get far. As soon as my foot touched the first step I stopped in mid-step. Mom was screaming into the phone.
“What? You want me to go out now and buy you Alka-Seltzer? You have indigestion?”
Dad never has anything wrong with his stomach. You could say it’s made of iron. I turned around and went back to the living room, catching bits of Mom’s conversation as I approached her. Even though I didn’t understand the reason for the phone call my heart started pounding and a sick feeling started in my stomach. I stood behind Mom.
“You have pain in your back, and indigestion? Go to the hospital! No, I’m not going out to buy you Alka-Seltzer.” She slammed down the phone and gave into hysterics.
“That stupid man. He has to go to the hospital. He’s having a heart attack. He is so insufferable. I’m calling the doctor.” Tears rolled down her face as she frantically punched in the number for the doctors we use. She described Dad’s symptoms to the answering crew and they put her through directly to the coronary doctor on call.
“Okay, I’m calling him back. He’s insane,” she said to no one in particular, but really to me and my sister. Diane, hearing all the screaming, had run down the steps and put her arms around Mom, who was now sobbing uncontrollably, but still punching in Dad’s number.
Holding the phone and wiping away tears she spoke to him again. This time it sounded a lot more like the way she spoke to my sister and me when she wanted something done for her. I wrapped my arms around myself and prayed this was a nightmare.
“I called the doctor and he said you need to go to the Emergency Room as soon as possible.” Then she added her own Mom advice. “Take two aspirin and we’ll meet you there.”
My life changed at that precise moment: 9:30 p.m. Sunday, September 24.And I never even realized it had happened.
Thank you, Barbara for being my guest author and I wish you a lot of luck and great sales with After.
Until the next time, my guest will be Penny Estelle, who will be talking about her new book Bumped Back in Time. She is stopping by as part of her month long blog tour. Also my Blog Talk Radio Show, Red River Radio Tales from the Pages will be on Thursday, September 25 at 4PM EST with guests Ken and Anne Hicks, Lorena Bathey and Penny Estelle.
I told everyone I was looking for two more people to carry on this awesome tour and I found one. Here is her bio and links and I hope you will all enjoy her as much as I do. Her name is Lorena Bathey and she is also an author.
Lorena Bathey attended St. Mary’s College in Moraga graduating with a degree in English. Today Lorena has written several novels, Beatrice Munson, House on Plunkett Street, The X, Coaster, and Meeting Ms. Monroe. She is currently working on four novels, three of which are historical fiction. Find her at www.LorenaBBooks.com
So please go over and visit her. I am sure we will all learn a lot from her. Thank you very much Lorena for carrying on this tour for me.
Until the next time I have to correct something I wrote in my first blog post. My radio show Tales from the Pages for Red River Radio is on July 31st and not on July 24th. I am on the 4th Thursday of each month. Being away so long I kind of forgot that. Lorena will be on that show and I have a show lined up for August 28th and September too. So I guess I'm really back guys.
I hope to be posting a little more frequently now that I'm feeling a little better. Hope everyone is enjoying the warm weather. Happy Summer too!!!!
After over a month I am a little better and ready to start blogging again. The loss of my husband will forever be in my heart, however, I'm a writer and I need to continue to write. Anyone who reads my blog knows all about me, but for those who don't know me my Profile is right here. I am a retired teacher and an author of one published novel for YA, IF I COULD BE LIKE JENNIFER TAYLOR, found at MuseItUp Publishing, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and one soon to be published YA novel, AFTER. I also write a bit of poetry. I was asked by Pearl Ketover Prilik to participate in the 2014 Virtual Blog Tour and so I am doing that now. First a little about me and where I am living. I am living right next to the water in Stamford, CT. I love being able to walk along the boardwalk where I live and see the water and the birds that are living wild here. A few years ago I photographed the swan mother and her babies. I also love seeing the egrets that live here too. We have plenty of ducks and lots of geese as well. There are little inlets all over where I live and the ducks and geese love to swim there. The apartment complex keeps the grounds and there is a path by the preserve where bunnies sometimes come to peek out to see if it's safe for them. The boats in the marina create a picturesque setting when I look from my terrace. We also have a pool for the apartments and though I haven't used it very much I plan to get out there as soon as I can.
Swan mother leaving her nest in the rushes with her
The view from the boardwalk
View of Stamford Harbor
We didn't always live here. We were forced to move because of a fire in an apartment next door to ours in a two family duplex. We suffered a lot of smoke damage and the other apartment was completely gutted killing two of our neighbors. I wrote a blog post about this event called Time to End the Curse of 2009.We were put up in a hotel and then we wound up staying there for over a month until we found this place in another city from where we had lived. In fact it was in another state. We had always lived in New York, so moving to Connecticut was a very big step for us. Now it's time to thank the person who asked me on this tour, (Dr) Pearl Ketover Prilik. Her bio follows, but it doesn't say anything about how talented and warm hearted she is. She pretty much brought all of us together and started and finished two poetry anthologies. She is modest and her poetry is enchanting.
Dr.) Pearl Ketover Prilik is a writer/psychoanalyst living on the South Shore of LI with her husband and Oliver, a human -in -disguise as a cat. She has had three non-fiction books published, was editor of a post-doc psychoanalytic newsletter and editor/contributor of two poetry anthologies –She has been delighted to have poetry and micro-fiction published in a number of online and print literary journals and is currently and still successfully avoiding editing two completed novels. Although she is known alternately as pkp, Dr. Pearl, drpkp and a few other alias she claims to have committed no crime outside the purview of the grammatical.
The next part of this Virtual Blog Tour is to answer 4 questions. Here are my answers:
1.What am I currently working on?
Currently I am in the middle of editing my upcoming
novel, AFTER and I am in the second round of edits for this. I announced this
novel as WHEN MY LIFE CHANGED, but after working on it for awhile and
suggestions from my kids I decided to change the title. This novel as did my
last one, took a great deal of time to be published. So I am very happy it will
finally be out there. I think people who read my first book will find this one
very different. It is about a fifteen year old girl whose father calls one
night while having a heart attack. He goes on to need bypass surgery and this
changes her entire life in one moment. It has a love story and of course a mean
Also I have another novel called FOOTSTEPS ON THE
SAND, which is still a WIP. I wrote the entire novel and then after it was
critiqued decided to add a ghost to it. So I am doing that after I finish my
2.How does my work differ from others of its genre?
my work differs from others because I write about social issues in a very
realistic way. I incorporate my own life experiences in a fictional way using
characters that are not at all like myself.
In my poetry I also use my own life
experiences, but usually I am inspired by events that cause me to need to
write. With poetry the words come easily and flow, but mostly my work tends to
be realistic too.
3.Why do I write/create what I do?
I never know what is
coming out of my head when I start to write. Sometimes it’s poetry and
sometimes it’s the beginning of a story. I never know what the character might
be until I write it. So I have written in several genres including short
stories and even flash stories a couple of times. Lately since participating in
the Poetic Asides challenges I tend to write from a prompt for poetry. I have
written flash stories for challenges in newsletters too and several of them
have been published.
4.How does my writing/creating process work?
As I mentioned before I get the idea for a
story and I start to write. However, this process of getting an idea happens
when I have a full sentence or phrase in the case of poetry, in my head. Then I
write that down and the writing goes from there. I don’t usually plot anything
because the story moves itself. Once I have a character I do develop that
character by doing a character wheel to find out all I can about him or her.
This requires intense scrutiny of their environment, likes and dislikes and
even what they might have in their closet. I also find out about their parents
or friends and create these characters as well. This usually happens after the
initial paragraph or two is on there. Then I decide what motivates this
character the most and the story moves from there. I don’t know the ending yet,
because that will happen as I write the story. It’s more like I and the
characters melt together and I’m writing as they are in each scene. If I have a
narrator this helps to move the story along too. Writing mostly for YA my
stories are in first person, so it’s like I am constantly thinking what will I
do now. The dialogue comes from the situations as if I were conversing with the
characters and it’s important to know the voice of your character as well. Each
character will approach each other very differently and so you need to keep
continuity with them. However, this is not conscious for me and usually I just
go with the flow and revise afterward.
brings me to the plotting part. After I have written maybe a half of the novel
I usually wind up needing to focus on plot. It’s important to have the
character dealing with lots of problems so the story can move forward. I try to
go by the way I was taught. That is your character needs to have three problems
to solve and then you move to the climax where it seems all is lost and your
character is doomed. So I have to go back and check to see if I have done all
this. Once this is settled and all of the plots are done including the ones for
the secondary characters, I can continue the story and move to the end. As I
said I don’t know the end of my story when I start, because I don’t know how
the characters will interact and figure out how to solve the problems they face.
However, I always stop when I think it’s the end and that works. I know this
sounds very haphazard and there are writers who make outlines and plot
beforehand and know their endings, but that is not how I write. It makes for a
very dynamic experience for me while I’m writing and I enjoy that.
there’s the revisions, which come after I have done the first draft. I put it
away for at least a month so I can pretty much forget about it. Then I look at
it and decide if it’s worth revising. If I like it, which happens for me all
the time, I start rereading and rewriting as I go. I might cut words or even at
one time I cut a character. Sometimes I find that an action a character did
doesn’t work or maybe the dialogue needs changing. After I have done all this I
show it to someone who I trust. Usually it’s another writer I know, but I have
used critique groups too in the past. Now I give it to my daughter who is my
best critic. She tells me the truth and I use what she says to help me.
I am completely happy with what I have written I send it to my publisher and
both times it has been accepted for publication.
poetry I don’t go through the same process. With most poems I write them and
post them almost immediately. For publication I do go back and check and
rewrite a little, but from years of writing poetry I tend to get out what I
want to say immediately.
Now for the people I have invited. The first one is someone I have known for a long time. She is a poet and familiar to most of us who know her from Poetic Asides. She is: CLAUDETTE YOUNG
Claudette J. Young began writing seriously in 2008 and continues to write in multiple genres. She strives to learn something new each day—a new poetry form, new writing technique, new foreign word, or whatever strikes her fancy. Her primary genres are poetry, science fiction/fantasy, flash fiction, children’s literature, women’s fiction, along with creative non-fiction, essay, and memoir. She tries to cover all of her bases by writing for audiences that range from young children to senior citizens.
Claudette has been published in numerous online publications for poetry, fiction, and non-fiction, as well as print magazines and two international poetry anthologies. She continues to hone her craft by working on multiple projects, including book-length ones. Her regular work can be viewed on her collaborative website and blogs at: http://www.facebook.com/l/PAQHiFTekAQGPt_zJEj0PFmcq0shCTu_f1YDpGzIUhva1zA/2voices1song.com/ as well as http://www.facebook.com/l/hAQEx_h3MAQHAIE9cOVPjp1oRe5bzd4N4FCtJQvpOWhC-jA/www.claudettejyoung.com/ Unfortunately at this time I was unable to find two more people and I will try to add them if I do find them. Meanwhile please enjoy Claudette's blog and please leave a comment here and on her blog. Also please visit Pearl's blog too. You will find all the poetry on each of these blogs very magical. Enjoy!!! Until the next time, thanks to all of you who sent me prayers and hugs and good thoughts during my time of mourning. I am still very sad a lot of the time, but as I said in the beginning we are all trying to move through this. On July 24th I am going to reinaugurate my monthly show on Red River Radio. I will remind all of you about this on my Facebook page and Twitter. Meanwhile, please visit our new Facebook page:
If you are a close friend of mine you know that I lost my husband on May 2. He passed away from heart failure. His heart just stopped. For those of you following my blog this year you know too that he had pneumonia six times in four months and he kept getting weaker. The doctors did all they could to save him, but he wasn't able to rally. I have been in mourning all this time and I would not be posting now if not for the fact that today was his birthday and it was my usual custom to write him a birthday poem. So here it is:
Birthday Cake in Heaven - For Hal on what would have been his birthday
Today was your birthday
and you were not here to
though if you had been here
you would probably have said
no I don’t want cake for you
were not one for birthdays
It was always I who splurged
and went big on birthdays
decorating your chair and
having a birthday morning
with presents and soft kisses
with your favorite breakfast
food in front of you
and as you ate your eggs
and read your cards we waited
for your smile for that was our
goal when we were around you
That smile healed all and we
cherished it when it came
and at night the usual cake
with the Happy Birthday words
and again your smile as you
accepted a piece and we knew
although you protested your
smile showed how much it
mattered to you
Now I wonder, are you having
birthday cake in heaven?
Are you making friends or
did you meet your parents
and is your mother smiling at
you as you shovel in the last
bite of cake?
copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu
I want to thank anyone who posted anything to help me get through those horrible first days. Specifically, Pearl Ketover Prilik who started a page called Virtual Shiva for Harold Ehrentreu. There I found beautiful photos of food and places and poems and words of sympathy. People came and virtually sat with me and held my hand over the internet. There are no words to express how comforting this was. I met some new people who were generous and sweet.
There is a deep hole of sadness inside me and I imagine it will remain there for a long time, but I am starting to get back into the world again. My husband wanted us to start living life as soon as possible. He was a confirmed atheist and didn't believe in organized religion at all. He lived life on his own terms and we hope to bring his ashes to the sea when the weather permits.
I don't know when I will post again, but until the next time, I hope you are all enjoying the spring weather.
Sorry for the lateness of all this, but my husband's health took a big turn for the worse. He needed to be moved to the ICU and also needed a bronchoscopy. They did that today, but they needed to put him on a respirator for awhile. We are hopeful this will help his lung to reinflate. However, we did go to the hospital, but he is now resting comfortably. So I decided to catch up on my writing. It helps me to write a lot!!! This is the last day for April Poem A Day. My next blog will probably be going back to talking about writing and authors interviews. I am going to post all the days left in this blog: April 26, 2014 Prompt: Write a poem about Water Water The rain pours over all and I begin to think of the water pooling on the ground Bringer of life We grow in it in the womb and use it to replenish our own liquid. It can be a helper or a monster bringing floods with deluging rains or swirling in waves as a tsunami Or it can be a mirrored surface where you can gaze and dream and feel peace We bathe in it and cleanse our skins and we wash our clothes in it water splashing in circles Water is everything to us and we are part of it We live in each other Needing and being needed copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu April 27, 2014 Prompt: Write a poem about Monsters Monsters When I was a girl there were movies with monsters playing on Saturdays in huge theaters where the smell of popcorn hit your nostrils as you walked into the lobbies But I didn't watch those for I had my own fears of monsters hiding in my closet each night waiting for me to open and they would jump out to get me So my friends would go and tell me they had to hide their eyes when the monsters like Godzilla, came on the screen I thought I would never see these horror movies, including the ones with zombies and vampires, but somehow they found me At summer camp the night movies with their scratchy sounds filled the canvas pull down screen with the images I most wanted to never see with the sounds roaring over me and I a captive audience needed to stay and watch Years later I became desensitized to monsters of all kinds with Mystery Science Theater and suddenly I saw how phony these monsters were. I could see the craziness of these movies without feeling fear and found the fun that my friends so long ago had known Of course, by that time I no longer believed monsters lived in closets and knew they really lived in the real world where I could not hide from them and had to pray they would not visit me copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu April 28, 2014 Prompt: Write about being Settled A Life Unsettled I thought my life was settled A smooth sailing until the end where eventually all would fade and fly away, but into this tranquil scene arrived a storm No one realized how strong this storm was Yet it continued to batter and smash up his body Unyielding and relentless it continued to destroy Until now the body is weak and fighting, but needs life support for its breath Nothing is settled yet and we are in limbo waiting for one small body part to be healed and go back to its job of holding air copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu April 29, 2014 Prompt: Write a Two for Tuesday poem either real of magical or in the style of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Magic Universe I would weave you a cloak of golden threads to cover your shoulders and heal your wounds and you would walk with your old strength beyond the hospital doors and into a world where we were floating in an azure sky flying and flitting never setting down And that golden cloak woven with the threads of healing blossoms colored with the whims of all dreams would repel all sickness and you would be whole again copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu
Cold Reality The news is harsh Doctors deliver it in measured tones as if they knew more than they are saying but they hold onto some truths Nurses are the buffers who slip in and out ministering to the patient without judgement They keep me whole for somehow I feel like an undone jigsaw with pieces going every which way Not even able to find the corners so I can begin to put them back together
copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu
April 30, 2014
Prompt: Write a poem to Call it a Day
Ode to April
Don't want to call it a day
for April has been a
resurgence of poems
and a refill for my
soul as each day
brought its prompt
I charged into the
words as they came
to me sharing all I
wrote for friends
and yet to be friends
in a secure bubble
of acceptance and
Never thinking for
a minute that this
wasn't ready for
all to read, though
some might not have
been honed as well
due to the hastiness
in which they were
But thank you for the
outlet for I feel without
it I might have dissolved
into a gooey mess and
sat alone wondering
how long I could take
this endless illness in
my husband and feeling
sorry for myself like a
With my words flowing onto
the screen my mind
unleashed and all went into
my poems a melange of
pain and discovery, frustration
and rare moments when
I remembered the before times
when life was ebullient and
When he was a young
dashing man and I a
mere slip of a girl and
we were enclosed in
each other's arms
I am not ready to call it
a day to write a poem
a day for it soothes me
like a warm cup of tea
copyright 2014 by Barbara Ehrentreu
Until the next time thank you again to all who have tweeted and retweeted my poems. I am so happy you found value in them. As you can see in my last poem I am not ready to call it a day and may continue to write and post more occasionally. Meanwhile I am going to copy all these April poems to the Poetry section of this blog. If you missed any you can find them there.:)