Do you love poetry? I do. One thing I will never understand is why poetry doesn’t sell–at least that’s what publishers tell us. I’ve only ever sold one poem for money and that was a sweet little poem for children that sold to Focus on the Family’s Clubhouse Jr. Magazine. (To find out how to submit articles to Focus magazines, buy or borrow from the library a copy of the 2012 Christian Writers Market Guide).
I can’t help but think of Mark Ettinger, who submitted a blog a couple months ago. Mark writes poetry in his sleep! And I think Larry’s tried his hand at it as well and I KNOW Jean, Latinya, Julia, and Billie Jo have written poetry. Of course, we have a number of quiet friends who read the Cross Blog but haven’t commented yet. (Like my mom who also writes poetry). You may be the hidden poet we’ve not heard from yet.
As you can imagine, I’m tempted to start a poetry blog! In fact, I just rented from the library a book by the winner of the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award, Mary Oliver, titled A Poetry Handbook, a Prose Guide to Understanding and Writing Poetry. And of course I had to rent out her poems in one of her collections titled Red Bird. (It looks like somebody beat the “you can’t sell poetry” mantra and showed us all.)
Well, for all you poetry lovers I want to pass on the news that there is a poetry contest coming up. There is a $15 fee to enter and entries must be postmarked by April 30, 2012. I am not connected to these folks in any way, but I trust they’re a reliable group because I heard about them through my membership (free if you buy the 2012 Writers Market Deluxe Edition) to Writers Digest online. Interested? Please go to their website and get all the details. (Hope only knows what is on this website link!) Maybe it’s your time to shine in poetry! Here’s the info:
Tebot Bach announces The 2012 Clockwise Chapbook Competition http://www.tebotbach.org/clockwise.html
Oh! Here’s the poem that sold to Clubhouse Jr.
Down comes the rain.
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
On the window pane.
Little sister runs to hide
When thunder rumbles low
Little sister, little sister,
Where did you go?
BABOOM goes the thunder
And the lightning cracks the sky.
It’s all wet out there today,
We’ll have to play inside!
You guessed it. It’s supposed to rain “in my neck of the woods” today.