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Where?
I think where is in a place right over there.
Or maybe, beyond a doubt, it is right here.
Are you able to perceive where 'where' is?
We know it can't be there for it's where.
We know it can't be here because it's where.
See, it's has to be near here somewhere.
So wherever it's found; it's somewhere.
Or at least it's certainly close by somewhere.
For where is always inside somewhere.
But a friend of mine said it was everywhere.
Which surely would make it here and there.
It's clear, it's somewhere at the same time.
I think that means it could be seen anywhere.
From standing in my shoes to flying a kite
It's right here! Where? Here! No not there!
Where?
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RH Peat 5/11/09 3:27 PM
Form: reads forward or backward: 5 tercets 15 lines.
from the proverbial: "Where is it?" "It's over there!"
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memories
There’s a stability in solitude held
inside memory’s opened architecture
that lets a soft wind slip through
slit windows. It seems like gray clouds
are made of laced doilies where sky
and light frame the dusted-glint on glass.
The hardwood floor echoes with slow
dissipated footsteps as each room recalls
a distance set behind an emptiness.
A shadow’s remembrance is left on pages
closed in every corner as a pressed leaf
hides within a bookcase of worn books.
Marked vacancy in the hal… Continue
Posted on October 5, 2009 at 11:54pm —
Pressed By Sea Wind
In my glint-squinted eyes
Comes the salt from ocean winds
This capped reflection captures
The balm, calm and cloudy sky—
White pillows in cumulous air—
Only the washed sigh of the sea
Answers with its rushed-hush
Where foam and scattered spray
Map the endless shorelines
There the drenched memory
Is dipped into the steady waves
Timeless like a dreamed pulse.
© RH Peat 9/1/09
Posted on September 1, 2009 at 11:52pm —
Frozen In Time
The caged land of the self where
only the thumbprint of identity
remains in the blizzard of time.
In the soft shadowed bars of ice and
snow the face appears as a one eyed
sketch with cold lips held in a trance.
Only the snowdrift inside the mind
can release these shades of coldness
that fall as faint slips of slick color.
These faded blues and pinks rush
into the white-noise of pale silence
to hold the heart in a jail of wet ash.
© RH Peat 7/29/09
Posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:43pm —
Earth's Deep-Held Whisper
Earth's Deep-Held Whisper
Yes! I hear her speak like cotton,
but her pursed lips do not move,
and slippered-gently her voice
is not sensed below the pale clouds.
It's beyond the death in whispers;
snug, it's a silent sleeping sound.
I am taken away by her soft words
as som… Continue
Posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:38pm — 2 Comments
Death Enflames
I picture death standing
beside me in etched flames.
His white skull glances
over toward me and grins.
I am frozen in the fright
of this moment as I listen
for a word or to feel a touch
upon my shrouded shoulder.
I know he likes my black
shirt; it must prompt him
of the bombazine he loves.
It reminds him of darkness.
Without moving a muscle
I shift my eyes to see him,
but he is just out of sight.
If only I was sure he was
there in his quiet whispers,
dressed in shadowy… Continue
Posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:36pm —
I Lost You On The Train To Emptiness.
You were asleep,
So I left you this note.
There is a rose on your bed;
Whatever you do; don’t roll over on it.
You were asleep;
I had a need to say more.
I left you this red rose. You, so soft,
So dreamy, I didn’t want to awaken you.
You were asleep.
And I had to leave for the train.
I left in a hurry, but offered a rose as a gift.
I didn’t know I’d never see you again.
You were asleep;
I left in a rush for someplace new.
Wanting you now. It’s ove… Continue
Posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:11pm —
Love Song Of The Blind Man
If I knew what you saw in the darkness
I wouldn’t need to fall into that music
about how you feel beneath my fingertips.
If I had what you hold within your eyes
I wouldn’t need to whisper your name
into the silent corners of empty rooms.
If only I knew the color of any part of you
I would know the true color that fills
your veiled worlds of heaven and earth.
Inside of me there is an outcry that is held
by a singe in flames. I can only see you in
the touch of… Continue
Posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:00pm —
Beyond Our Blind Eyes
Beyond Our Blind Eyes
I must confess this world is a mess,
but beyond it's crimes there's beheld
times that allow us to find a beauty
of another kind, a wider space where
we can love the human race. We only
need that spark that's sought in a single
seed; that a moment's thoug… Continue
Posted on August 3, 2009 at 1:00pm —
The Path Inside
Clouds Photo by RH Peat
The Path Inside
If I could walk a path between white clouds
that is forever lined like quartz; I'd lift
my dreams beyond the sky to run around
the moon and stars. I would entice the sun
to shine its brightest light before my steps
to illuminate the gif… Continue
Posted on May 25, 2009 at 11:00am —
The Yellow Iris Blossom
Photo by RH Peat Yellow Iris Blossom 5/8/09
The Yellow Iris Blossom
When she slowly opens up
to show me the ruffled
edges around her petals
I look intently at her stark
wonder. With wide eyes
I gaze upon her exposed
flesh with desires that want
to touch her fragile pa… Continue
Posted on May 10, 2009 at 9:00am — 3 Comments
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Thanks for the friendship: always nice to meet another poet.
I'd suggest you ask your marketing question again in the Self Publishing Group here on BMN, maybe get more answer.
There are a couple of answers.
By the way, poetry lends itself MUCH more to actual printing than to POD.
The model for POD books these days is pretty much have an online point of purchase page (button on your site, etc) sending people to amazon or B&N to buy.
Then pimping it on sites like this.
I've done poetry books myself before...had a line of 8 titles in Seattle for awhile... which is just print up,, truck 'em around to stores, mention them at readings, always have one in sight whereever you go. Seriously. You're at a reading, in a coffee house, on the bus...have your book where people can see it.
Same goes for my rent-payer, see at http://slang101.com I'm working on better distribution in Mexico: have just been to lazy and hate "Mexinomics" hassles. But I sell it off the site using a button to my own PayPal account, which is, I'd say an absolute must.
I did it an ebay store for awhile: made money until sales flattened out and the store was costing too much for the sales I was getting. You can sell as a single item on eBay without paying for a store. You just have to keep replacing the listings as they sell. Sell "Buy It Now". Although letting a couple go for bids might be an interesting experiment in self-esteem.
And you still end up having to pimp it around. But so do authors on big pub houses anymore.
My feeling is, a poet sells the most books at readings. Do all the readings you can, stand up there and read from the book so they see it. Mention, "This is from my book "Ode To The Bank", and maybe "I have copies for sale over there at my table."
Hit indy stores, coffee houses, the usual suspects.
Donate a copy to your local library. Give them as prizes for things where the name will be announced.
Good luck