Poetry books and coffee

Poetry books from two amazing poets.

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Sarah and Betty‘s poetry is just sublime and before my coffee goes cold I need to decide which one to read first!

Wandering Wonderful or Skipping Stones. Hmmmm 🙂

You can nip over to their sites and see for yourself how good their poetry is.

Sarah is here at ebbtibe

Betty is here at Seasonings

This is Sarah’s second book with her first called No Direction But Home and if I’m right this is Betty’s first poetry book.

Happy reading!

First night nerves

Well!

I finally did it, I went to an evening of live poetry readings to read some of my poems.

It was in a café I sometimes visit in Wolverhampton called WildBytesCafé and they have a monthly event called Viva Voce. I was rather nervous, or maybe a bit more than rather 🙂 as I’ve only read my writings in the writing group I go to, or here on my blog and on YouTube. I was assured it was a cosy group which made me feel better.

We started at about 7.30 and read round the little group. I think I read about 6 poems and the piece I’ve written here called Love! and they were well received so that made me more comfortable with the sharing.

When I read my poetry here with just me and the microphone I get involved with the words and my emotions and feelings take over, so I was worried I would get too emotional and not be able to finish anything! While reading a couple I could feel myself falling into the self-conscious “doubt? agony? frustration?” of myself and so I had to control my breathing with a little extra breath here and there and maybe a little cough to disguise my emotions (I could feel them trying to break through).

As is normal with a group we chatted about this and that, which also helped to ease me onto the next poem.

They serve lovely food there too 🙂

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Well!

I was out last night at my local pub and noticed it was more busy than usual for a Wednesday so while chatting to the barmaid, while ordering another round, I found out they now have an Open Mike Night every fortnight, and she had to say it didn’t she 🙂 she said anyone can come up and sing or perform or even read poetry, well with a couple of pints of Guinness inside me I happened to mention that I’m a poet and only last night I did my first live reading, so, she pointed someone out who I should speak to and we chatted and then a few minutes later I was visited at the table and we discussed me coming to read at the next event (he wanted me to get up and read there and then, ha ha not a chance!) so it turns out I’ve talked myself into reading in a pub in two weeks time, but this will be even more scary as I’ll be standing up in front of lots of people, GULP!! Aaaaaaargh RUN AWAY!!