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Softly Falling Poetry
By Paul Cronin
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Softly Falling Poetry
Project 2013-03-25 22:18:50 +1300
Softly Falling is an anthology of my poetry that I have written over the last three years. It all began with a new love in my life that rekindled an old love. The new love was someone special who believed in me. The old love was that of the written word that was rekindled when I went back to University to obtain a graduate diploma in English. I encountered writing again and here I am.
The poetry is an eclectic mix, some of it is deeply reflective and intentional, other poems have started with a few words that bounced around in my head and have escaped onto the page as it were. I write mainly free verse which is a reflection of how I think, essentially a dreamer and a hopeless romantic that however chooses to engage in the real world.
I set three goals last year and I am close to achieving them. The first was to qualify as an English teacher - that I have achieved. The second was to publish my first book and I am close to doing that. The third was to have lost 50 kgs in my 50th year. Well, I have 10 more kilos to go to reach that mark but have no doubt that I will get there.
I am looking for partners to help me reach my goal. I like to pay my way and therefore am constructing a rewards programme that reflects that. Should I receive more money than what I need to publish my book, it will be put into resources that will help me to continue to write.
Regardless of the outcome of this funding plea, I intend to publish. The difference will be time.
The book is ready to go to the printer.
There They Fall
Words falling from my mind, from my heart, from my fingers.
Sometimes slamming onto my slate, searing their mark,
with clouds of smoke and streams of sparks,
tiny meteors, sending shockwaves of surprise,
coursing through the synapses of my mind.
Messages formed by life, love and wonder.
Wonder at the beauty I see, wonder at the pain I feel, wonder at the things I know,
wonder at that which is mystery, in my life.
Words of danger, denigration,desire, derision, despair, deprecation.
Falling from my mind, confined,by doubt, set free on a page.
Words falling from my fingers
Fluttering, flying and fleeing,
from my quotidian life,
refugees from mediocrity.
Finding safety as they land,
never reaching the edge,
Never quite finishing their fall,
ready to rise again, stirred by the wind of hope
blowing through the corridors of my mind.
Given wings of life, love and wonder.Words fallen from my mind.
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