I have written poetry for as long as I can remember, in fact, I was first published at 6 years old. There was an 11 year gap in publishing but oh my goodness did I write a lot of poems during that time. I was next published in my high school lit review. And, then . . . nothing.
My poetry has been private until I started sharing it on this blog. That was a huuuuuuuuge step. And, I have gotten some nice feedback on my poetry from my readers here . . . and for that, I thank you. I have shared my poetry in open poetry blogs (see the sidebar for some links).
Still, I have been reluctant to push myself into taking more risks. I have long had a goal of submitting my poems to some of the many online journals but have been really nervous about the rejections I know will come. Poetry, for me and I suspect for most poets, is extremely personal. I write what is in my heart. Having someone say, “No, thank you” to chunks of my heart is a proposition that I felt reluctant to put myself through.
Still, I know that I want to do it. I want to push myself and grow in that way.
So, still high on the personal success I achieved in NaNoWriMo, I took a chance. I submitted a few poems to an online collection called A Handful of Stones. According to the publisher, Fiona Robyn, “a small stone is a moment of paying proper attention.” She publishes new stones daily. I tried my hand at this and she accepted two of my “stones.” They will be published in the new year. I am so excited!
I have also been enjoying reading a new blog called Winter Haiku. I asked if I could share my haiku there as well. I was, again, very fortunate and my poem was accepted. You can see it here. Again, I am thrilled.
Risk-taking doesn’t come all that naturally to me. I have to force myself to it. I should not be so reluctant, though, as I generally find that I am happy with the results when I do. I have gained much whenever I push myself out of my comfort zone and reach for something that I want.
Still, I don’t see that risk taking getting any easier as time goes on.