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A Quilt For Dietrich Bonhoeffer

A Quilt For Dietrich Bonhoeffer

So last month, I participated in National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo.  I didn’t mean to, in that I hadn’t planned it at all, until the evening of 1 April, when a poem sort of hit me over the head.  Poetry is like that, at least for me, kind of how quilting has knocked me for a loop.

But unlike quilting, poetry has been in my life for ages, even longer than I’ve driven a car.  Last year I began again dabbling in that form of prose, and by bedtime on the first of April, I’d committed myself to giving NaPoWriMo another go.  The first poem came from the weekly ads circular, a missing child catching my attention.  I scribbled down what came into my head, typed it onto the internet, not entirely certain where that initial set of verses would lead.

Little did I know what was in store for me over the next twenty-nine days; quilts and martyrs and baseball and musings into the past.  And all of it, including my dad’s fight against cancer and my battle with laundry, was captured within thirty poems ranging from very brief to somewhat lengthy.  And as is my preference, none of them rhyme.

But all have been harnessed within one volume, titled A Quilt For Dietrich Bonhoeffer, which is now available on Smashwords (and soon enough on Apple, Barnes & Noble and other web retailers).  Themes range from faith and fabrics to aging and baseball, with music, noveling, and birthdays in between.  What I like most about this collection is how well it came together with little planning on my part.  Most of the poems were written off the top of my head, in the later hours of the day, as I was again faced with providing verses to continue my participation in NaPoWriMo.  Sometimes photographs were the inspiration, as I chose one shot per day to accompany the poems, all of which can be seen on my poetry website A Poem A Day, Thereabouts.  And yes, quilts proffered many an idea.  But as I was reading Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Letters & Papers From Prison, that German pastor gave me much poetry food for thought, enhancing the month’s output.

I’ve been writing poetry for over thirty years, and this collection, while written on the fly, is one of which I am most proud, and pleased.  It’s available in a wide variety of digital formats, so if you’re curious, give it a go.  I joked with my family, when announcing this release, that I wonder how many future books will have quilts on the covers.  I’m thrilled for the Mijos Quilt to be the first, and ta cheers thanks love to my eldest, for allowing that quilt to be photographed, and her backyard used as the background.  Maybe next time I’ll get Buttercup the basset into the act too.

Postcards from Camp

My Easter was lovely; after an afternoon with my most beloved, my husband drove us safely home through some fairly stormy weather.  I snapped shot after shot of what to me is like heaven, if I’m not in the bosom of my family.

Easter sky 1

Or writing; today I began Camp NaNoWriMo after a bit of a belated start, sharing breakfast with my husband, our eldest, and her husband.  Now it’s relatively late, well, it’s nearly time for baseball.  The writing took place mid-morning, and from the looks of it, will go on much longer than I thought.  I covered about a third of the outlined chapter, maybe a quarter.  This new novel is going to be long, or just not quite what I originally imagined.

Easter sky 2

Not like that’s a problem, it just is.

And on top of noveling, I’ve joining the fun at NaPoWriMo.  I’ve been playing around with poetry a little in 2013, but honestly, it’s my first love.  For this last month that I’m forty-six, I’m going to let it all hang out.  Not sure what forty-seven will bring, so let’s have one heck of a party now.

Easter sky 3

And in the meantime…  Well, I probably won’t be blogging much here.  My NaNo buddy Laura gave me the idea for Postcards from Camp title, so here’s some lovely peachy peace to her and all.  Scattered within this post are some of yesterday’s storm shots.  Hard to shoot from the speeding car with water on the window, but I’m a cloud junkie, just can’t help it.

Easter sky 4

I’m a writer too, can’t say no to words either.