Tag: Poetry
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All the Words I Kept Inside: New Poetry Book by P.J. Gudka | Writing Struggles and Inspirations
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in Alex Diaz-Granados, All the Words I Kept Inside, Amazon, Book Reviews, Creative Writing, Kindle, Kindle Create (Publishing App), Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP), Life in New Hampshire (December 2023 and Onward), Novella, Pooja (P.J.) Gudka, Reunion Duology, Reunion: A Story, Reunion: Coda, Summer 2024, UncategorizedOn a hot and muggy day in New England, the author briefs readers on P.J. Gudka’s new poetry book, “All the Words I Kept Inside,” praising its emotional depth and skillful craftsmanship. The author shares two favored poems and discusses their resemblance to their novel, “Reunion: Coda.” Expressing annoyance at a failed writing day, they…
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February Winter Day (New Hampshire): A Haiku
A cloudless blue sky White cold snow reflects the sun; The north wind bites me.
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On Writing & Storytelling: The Chapter with the Emails Moves Forward…One Romantic Email at a Time
Late Morning, Thursday, January 18, 2024, Madison, New Hampshire Hi, there, folks. It’s almost 9 AM Eastern Standard Time as I begin my 1,401st post on A Certain Point of View, Too. Once again, it’s been one of those long mornings when I wake up much earlier than I need to, can’t get back to…
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Where Time’s Winds Blow – A Poem
Where Time’s Winds Blow (A poem inspired by the Reunion Duology) Where time’s winds blow That’s where you are; Your bright eyes glow Like distant stars. I call your name And there you are; In time’s freeze frame Caught from afar. Where time’s winds blow Things cannot last; We come and we go Like ships…
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October Nightmares & Fears (A Haiku)
In full dark, no stars; Dreams turn into bleak nightmares, And fear stabs at me.
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A Walk in Mid-October: A Haiku
Sunlit spaces beckon me; Grassy expanses filled with leaves Falling from the trees.
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The Proud Tower: La Giralda (A Haiku)
Tall,graceful belfry(It was once a minaret) Reminds me of Spain
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Forgotten Dreams
She played a song of forgotten dreamsOn the old piano in the barShe sang of love and loss and hopeHer voice was soft and clear as a star He listened with his heart and soulHe felt a connection he couldn’t explainHe saw the beauty in her eyesHe felt the joy and the pain They talked…
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Snowflakes and Secrets
She ran away from me that night After she told me her secret She left me in a state of fright And I felt a sudden regret I chased her through the snowy streets Hoping to find her in the crowd I asked everyone I could meet But no one could help me somehow I…
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A Chance Encounter (A Poem)
The night is young and so am IA historian with a curious eyeI sip my beer and watch the crowdHoping for a spark to light my shroud The music plays a nostalgic tuneA reminder of a distant moonA time when heroes fought and diedAnd left behind their stories to confide Then I hear her voice…
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