Hello Everyone!!
I wanted to let you know that I submitted a poem into a contest that would publish select writings for a compilation poetry book by many writers. I received a notice that my poem was selected to be one of the many for their book!! I have attached the original for you if you wish to read it, but only half will be published, as there is a maximum of words that can be used for each poem. The book is set to be released in the Fall of 2006. The title of the book is
“Immortal Verses”. I did a search for this title that shows a history of this publication dating back to the 50's so there is a history here and I am glad to be a part of it. Thank you for all of your support over the years my friends.
Love and miss ya,
Your friend always,
Kim Measells
(aka SSB)
P.S. I had to shorten the poem for the contest so the part below that is in italics is what will be in the book.
With Drink In HandWith drink in hand, I enter the room. No one looks up except for you. Our eyes meet for a brief moment, and your attention is drawn back to the conversation with the group of which you are seated. My eyes fall to the steps before me as I make my way through the crowded room. Greeting unknown people with the meeting of eyes and a nod of my head. "Good evening." I reply as I slowly pass each person by.With drink in hand, I arrive at the buffet and view the lovely array. Then realize that I feel no hunger for food. What I crave is the sustenance from another. I swirl my drink to give it a mix and as I turn I see you again. Our eyes seemed to lock with a knowing of souls. I cannot help but wonder what thoughts your mind holds. I feel a bit frozen as again an interruption pulls our eyes to part again.With drink in hand, a person I should know begins to speak to me. Striking up meaningless conversation that others seem to enjoy. I, however, am overwhelmingly bored. My thoughts turn toward you. The one whose eyes I wish to swim into. The one who sees through this skin that holds my heart within. The only one who seemed interested that I was coming in.
With drink in hand, I escape the low mutter. The balcony holds my piece away from the others. Allowing my thoughts to wonder further into you. I ask myself if you felt the feeling I am feeling too? Was it I who attracted your attention, or just a reaction to the movement as I entered. Did you hold me in your stare because I could not break away? Or was there something there inside of you beckoning?
With drink in hand, my thoughts are silenced as a star shoots by in the grand sky before me. I am slightly startled by a soft gasp of aw that came from behind me. You came from behind and stood beside me. "Beautiful" you said. "Oh yes, very beautiful" I replied without even looking at the sky. You softly tuned your head to the side and smiled. "Would you like another drink?" you ask. "Oh yes", I reply, and sat the drink in my hand aside.
SSB 10/27/05
Here are some Kudos’ sent to me via email from friends:
“OMG that is so awesome....I am so happy for you SSB...Finally someone noticed your way with words...I mean everything you have written I absolutely think is great...now if they would just publish cum hither...lolgood job”
Crack
“Whoo Hoo Chica Doo!!!! Congrats! Can't wait to see your name in print!!! I know you work really hard on your writing and I am so proud and happy for you!
Love, me”
Deana B
“AWESOME! Remind me when the book comes out so I can get it. I wonder which part they are going to cut, though.”
Ali
“CONGRATULATIONS!!! on being published
I loved the poem!”
Wattz
“Congratulations.”
Pat G
