The Clockmaker

After taking some time off, I think it's time to get back to one poem per week.  It's a good way to keep my mind in shape.  Homophones!

The Clockmaker

It was

Innate

In eight

Spinning gears

Spin in jeers

Wrapped around

Rapt, a round

Ever brassy sun

It was just an

Orrery

Or are we

Clocked work too?

Clogged, work to

Free springs

Freeze brings

No discomfort

Notice comfort

Swings like pendulums

Incomprehensible loops

In comprehensible loupe

The counter waits

The counterweights

Raise him to his feet

Available on eBook

For many years, I have wanted to publish a book.  Initially this daydream was about physical books, but that's less realistic as the years pass.  Generally, I was waiting to have enough good poems to justify a book.  I've decided that now is the time.  I've developed three new forms of poetry for the world, and included some of my favorite "ordinary" poems from over the years.  Some of these have been featured in this blog, but not all of them.

This is the link to the eBook page:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DYF2TDO


if you do not have a Kindle you can download a free app to read this on any device:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000493771

Please take a look, it doesn't cost much.  Please share with friends.

Thank you,

Greg Thomas

The Sound Poet

Since my last post I have picked out all of the poems I wish to use, arranged them into four sections (homophones, backwards and forwards, word collage, and "ordinary"), added a basic title page, page numbers,  a table of contents and ran a spell check.  I have gone over it once with regard to formatting, and I've whittled a few poems out to maintain overall quality.

I still need to go over it at least one more time for formatting and quality control, make sure the pages listed in the table of contents are correct after that, and add a little about the author/thanks for reading squib to the end.  This stuff is time consuming.  I might do this tomorrow instead of job hunting, or it might have to wait until next week.

after that last bit to finish it, I'll have to go through the amazon kindle store process, which ,*fingers crossed* with any luck, won't disfigure my page and/or line formatting.  I don't know how long it takes from submitting the document to being listed on the store.

So that's the plan.  Hopefully I'll have something to report (and a link!) in a couple of weeks.

recent activity

Last week I spent some time reading up on Amazon's Kindle eBook self-publishing.

This week I started dredging through poems worth asking someone else to read, and even pay money for.  This blog has been rather hit or miss, or miss again, as it was a once per week creative endeavor.  Today I got through backwards/forwards and homophones.  A dent.  More progress when I feel better.

eBook this summer, is the plan.

The Woman on the Pedestal

This used up all my leftover homophones.  Pretty sure it also includes homophones I have already used in other poems.  Is there anybody... OUT THERE?


The Woman on the Pedestal

She was chaste
She was chased
She had a wit
She had a whit
Of baubles
But bobbles
From a torn knee
From a tourney
She had won
She had one
Acquired medal
Shining metal
A choired mettle
Shines in,  Meddled
With the primeval
With the prime evil
Errant knight
Air at night
Would smell so sweet
As her delight

6 AM

word collage.  I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to keep up this weekly poem thing.  I have run out of ideas to challenge myself, and I ran out of ideas to write about some time ago.  Thoughts, anyone?


6 AM

there's     a    g    downstairs
something         host
  cere   w            of   birdsong
      bra l    blinking       for
                       in   the  dawn

a   sl ight  departure   to  the   left
      e      from        morning   horizon
    of  common         coffee
hand  misunderstanding      needs

we  s    in    hushed    voices
    poke   mo no
   at            syl lab ic
     the               grunts
 paper   eggs 

the    slanted     light   is    lazy
news    slouches       ly  buttered
  repeat   are                toast
      droning  warranted

misleading     quiet       sidewalks
 pesky    chiming     and
    bells       alarms   a heavy   dew                        

No poem this week

There will not be a poem this week.  I was hoping to start one while babysitting, but yesterday the baby was in a rotten mood and today he refused to take a nap.