Call For Submissions – Love Starts With You

Call For Submissions for my February series, Love Starts With You.

Any form of creativity is welcome! (Poetry, music, paintings, photography, etc.)

Work will be displayed on my blog: http://www.pondersavant.com.

Deadline: February 1st, 2020

This February, my blog is going to be focused on loving one’s self, self care, taking care of oneself first or oxygen-mask-on-first type concepts.

Submission Guidelines:

1. Send your art of any kind (poems, music, drawings, paintings, videos, photography, or any medium of creativity!). Topic should be about loving one’s self, self care, self worth, etc.

2. Include a picture of yourself or any photo that you feel represents yourself as an artist.

3. Include any links to your work or social media sites that you would like to be shared.

4. Email your submission to Mia Savant at pondersavant@gmail.com with the subject line: Love Starts With You

5. Follow the blog site www.pondersavant.com. If you have facebook or Instagram follow there as well @pondersavant.

6. Finally, don’t forget to share www.pondersavant.com on your social media!

Deadline: February 1st, 2020

Gravel Road by Karly Robinson

If you liked last week’s poem by Karly Robinson, you are in luck!

Get lost in the imagery as you soak up this poem that is sure to enthrall:

 

Gravel Road

By Karly Robinson

 

I hear tears in her voice

Years of this choice

Walking down gravel roads

Each stone upturned is a lesson learned

Then forgotten as if long ago

 

Sun lights upon the pavement

Making a statement

She turns her face to the glare

Heat softens the tar exposes the scars

Relinquishing tightly held prayers

 

Bliss is her companion

Her sweetest ignorance

Dreams are her indulgence

Reality at its best

 

Truth is in her eyes

She never looks too long

A moment in her gaze

Is a moment quickly gone

 

Too much guilt

Too much hurt

Too much shame

Too much love

Gritty ground up love

Paper Dream by Karly Robinson

Today’s poem is written by the beautiful person inside and out, Karly Robinson!

Karly was born and raised in Alaska and has spent her life participating in a plethora of creative activities. She exceled in gymnastics and dance, and never failed to bring a beaming smile to every performance. I personally had the pleasure of singing with her in the choir when we were children. I got to watch her develop into an incredible solo vocalist as well.

This determined woman has used her energetic optimism to bring joy to all those around her. With beauty and grace, she even spread her excitement for life in Germany where she worked as an Au Pair for some time. While there, she challenged herself by learning to speak German and built a whole new community around herself. She learned from new acquaintances, made new friends, and some friends that became like family. Her cultural experience only enhanced her love for people and her ability to be accepting of everyone no matter their differences.

Currently, Karly works as a gymnastics coach in Alaska where she not only continues her passion for the art, but also sets a great role model for the children she teaches.

Her busy schedule, however, does not stop her from other creative expressions. Drawing from personal experiences, she uses writing to express some of the struggles in her life. Her writing is full of depth and heartfelt emotion.

Please enjoy this captivating poem by Karly Robinson:

Paper Dream

By Karly Robinson

 

The further the space, the more I create you

Inside my mind with fancy words

Stretched too far across the page

Taking too long to bounce back

Like me

I’m not up to the expectation

Like you.

Always we said

And always you did

And I was always falling…

Away from you; Short; Too far to come back.

Paper you is soft to my touch

and warm to my taste

Like a breath of sunshine

inside my lungs and around my heart

The ink is fading but I memorized every word

I can still touch you and write you and know you

Inside my paper dream

Poems by Anna O’Loughlin

I am so excited to share with you a tasty treat from my good friend, Anna O’Loughlin! Anna has many artistic skills, but today I get the pleasure of sharing some of her beautiful poetry.

Anna has used her skills to propel her into an admirable career of teaching. She has taught countless dance and piano classes, but currently she works in Korea as an English teacher. She developed such a love for the Korean culture and the people there can’t help but love her right back. The children she teaches, who endearingly refer to her as, “Anna Teacher,” get a chance to experience the fun and creative way that she sees the world. She combines  structured self-discipline with laughter and creative expression, which is nothing short of impressive.

During our childhood, Anna and I would both practice and perform music together. What a joy it was to learn music and experiment with her. Oh, the hours we would spend in front of a piano, singing and sharing each other’s work. Over the years, as life has put us in different parts of the world, our jam sessions haven’t been as frequent as I would prefer, but every opportunity that comes up is still just as thrilling.

Without further ado, I will leave you to enjoy the work of one amazing individual:

 

 

 

Bones and Rust

By Anna O’Loughlin

 

We’re all just bones and rust

Trying to fall in love

Holding bloody hearts in our hands

Wondering if anyone understands

How it feels to be one of a kind

Just like everyone else

It makes us lose our minds

We’re just bones and rust

Bones and rust

 

Let’s watch each other with questioning eyes

Let’s pick a lover to let inside

Let’s cling together like it’s enough

As we go from dust to dust

We’re all just bones and rust

Bones and rust

 

We know where we’re going

Trudging to our graves

Wondering what the point of living is anyways

Let’s ask those questions and turn our heads

When the answers aren’t what we expect

Let’s try to follow what is true

Let’s give up when we find out that it’s

Too hard

Too far

Let’s lose heart and let go of love

 

We’re just bones and rust

Going from dust to dust

We’re just bones and rust

Bones and rust

 

 

 

Wild Boy

By Anna O’Loughlin

 

I saw him once

That Wild Boy

Staring back at me through the glass

Caught like a moment in time

Wide eyed and ready to run

I blinked and he was gone

 

I think about him now and then

That Wild Boy

Is he searching for someone?

Someone who isn’t afraid to see him through the glass

And keeps coming back

 

His smile is crooked and a little bit wicked

Not beautiful, no, but still

There’s something true in his gaze

It makes me question what I know

It makes me hesitate

 

Will he come back for me?

I want to see those eyes

Make that crooked smile grow wide

Put my hands up to the glass and hold him fast

I want to see what happens when I let a Wild Boy inside