Poetic Time Travel

20141204_143126Happy first Friday in December. My life is still crazy and feels stuck in fast forward; how’s yours? This time of year always make me reminisce of times before and I was looking back at one of my first poetry journals. The journal itself holds special meaning to me because it was the first present I’d ever received from my hubby. We’d only been together a few months maybe and I remember when he gave me the journal I thought to myself he was special. He knew how much I liked to write and so thoughtfully gave me a special place to hold it. This poem comes all the way from 2001 and is one of the first ones I wrote in my journal that I felt good about sharing. I was an angst filled teenager when I wrote this, and it’s pretty good starting place. I copied the original version below and thought it would be fun to take the next week to edit it and show you the new and improved version next week. In keeping with the time travel theme, the poem is entitled ‘History’. There are definitely some words within the poem that need to be made history too. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for stopping in and finding time to read in the hustle and bustle of approaching Christmas. See you next week with the better version of ‘History’ with my edit notes!

❤ Melissa



With the last breath of day
and the kiss now of night,
I write history.
Falling into poetic criticism,
I am the historian.
Thinking of days before,
you are historic.
Confused at what I am doing,
I turn to liquid ink.
Allow the passage of unconscious thought
hoping that when I revive myself
this will hold the answers.
My undying weakness to be alone
prevails in the night air.
I need a walk to clear the haze
so I take the trail round the world
to find myself still lost in liquid ink.
I need a drink,
so I drown myself in water
to find I am still lost in liquid ink.
I need a moment
so I allow a million years 
to find myself still lost in liquid ink.
Knowing I possess the immortality
pouring out of the tips of my fingers,
I have written history.
I am the historian who knows no history
and you are the historic,
never recorded or simply forgotten.

Poetry Friday Is Back

It’s that time again.. happy poetry Friday! Hope you all have been inspired to write some really great poems.

As you read this I will be up in Whistler at the Whistler Reader and Writer’s Festival well into my first seminar about self publishing. I am so excited to learn and make new connections with fellow writers and readers. I will blog next week about my experiences from this weekend. 

For now, it’s all about the return of Poetry Friday. A few weeks ago I was feeling a darkness in my heart and needed to exorcise it. No better way than reaching in deep and letting that black pour out. I consider myself a very happy go-lucky lady, but I am not afraid of exploring the sadness inside me once in a while. It’s healthy to let it out and for me the best way to do that is write it. It’s entitled “Demon” which is also kind of fitting as we gear up for Halloween coming in a couple of weeks. This piece is inspired by that devil on your shoulder telling you can’t/won’t/don’t/etc. But you can see what you get out of reading it. Enjoy!

❤ Melissa


I compel my body,
command it to shift.
It stands, resistant.
The voices near.

My sense are acute
his presence near.
My ears pound,
blood flooding,
The voice here.

His wicked surrounds me,
lips poison my thoughts.
I am weak.
I am failure.
I am powerless.

His tentacles close in
around my body,
my breath shallow.
His stinger injects me,
the poison thick.
I collapse in the weight.

My limp body
dragged deeper
in his black world.

My heart clings to
the last crevasse of light.

My Favorite Poem By Emily Dickinson

Hello and happy Friday once again. This week I wanted to share my favorite poem with you. I always have been a great fan of Emily Dickinson. I think I felt connected to her from a young age because she was a female poet and I was an aspiring female poet. I also admired her use of rhyme because self admittedly I sucked at rhyming. It just wasn’t my forte, but hey I guess I’m all about freedom and flow of words. “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” was the first poem I read of hers and it really struck a chord with me. I enjoy the simplicity of the poem and her imagery. I found it interesting how she describes her path to death and eternity as a simple carriage ride.

Please feel free to share your favorite poem with me. Thanks for stopping in and joining me for another Poetry Friday. Enjoy your weekend.

❤ Melissa

Because I Could Not Stop for Death
By: Emily Dickinson

 Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess– in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun – 

Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle – 

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Poetry Friday Continued – My Tips and Tricks

Happy Friday once again. Hope you all had a great week and felt inspired to write some poetry. This week I thought I’d continue with the poetry theme from last week and discuss some tips that I use when writing my poems and show examples from my poems last week. I know a lot of people find writing poetry a daunting thought, but really it’s not as hard as you might think if you use these tips and tricks. The first tip to me is the most important:

1. Find your inspiration: It doesn’t have to be about love or a broken heart which were the inspiration for both my poems Band and Unspoken last week. Find anything that really moves you and write about that. A lot of my poems describe feelings of love because it is the strongest emotion and gives me the most inspiration. There are so many feelings that stem from love, but nature is also a big source of my inspiration. When I take the time to observe the world and the stunning images it produces, it can evoke strong feelings within me. Every day I feel so lucky to be alive ; living in this beautiful and troubled world gives me great inspiration, positive and negative.

2. Do not use clichés: Poetry is about finding words to describe how you feel without using common sayings like “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” or “At the end of my rope”. Using a cliché is probably the worst thing you can do in a poem. You might have to dig deep to find another way to describe something without using a cliché, which can be difficult because we are all guilty of using them in every day conversations. Often I have found that I don’t even realize I have written a cliché until I go back and re-read my poem. That’s when the editing comes in.

3. Use imagery: Use descriptive words and vivid images to evoke feelings in the reader. One of my examples of imagery comes from my poem “Unspoken’: “my body will collapse in on itself, implode in the warming sensation pulsing throughout…” This image in meant to express the feeling of when your heart is racing so hard that you can feel the blood pumping throughout your body(warming sensation pulsing…)  making it hard to catch your breath (body will collapse in on itself…) Take poetic license (no pun intended) and use artistic description to make the reader think and more importantly feel what you are writing about.

4. Write in Free Verse: This gives you the freedom to focus on the words and not the parameters of say a haiku type poem. When you are writing rhyming poetry, it is easy to become focused on writing the rhyme rather than the image or feeling you are trying to describe. I myself have been guilty of this in the past as I have talked about in my previous blog post “The Reason I Stopped Writing in Rhyme”. That was my break through moment in my poetic career when I freed myself from rhyme and focused on the words and images instead. To anyone who can write in rhyme and still write amazing poetry, kudos to you for sure!

5. Eliminate Unnecessary words: Then, and, the, a- all take away from your poem. Poets are very careful in choosing their words and the less words you use the more significant the words you do use become. It’s only in the second or third time I edit one of my poems that I seem to eliminate these unnecessary words. I keep editing my poems, removing words or using more descriptive words until I am finally happy that no useless words remain. 


Well those are my top five tips for writing excellent poetry. I hope you find them useful and also hope you feel inspired to go write some amazing poems. If anyone is feeling brave enough, I’d love for you to share your work with me. I love reading as much as I love writing.

Finally as always, thank you for taking the time to read and connect with me. Thank you to all my new Twitter followers all over the world for reaching out and joining me on my writing journey.

Until next week… happy writing!

❤ Melissa

A Poetic Post

Hi there, here we are again. This week, as promised, I am classing up my blog with some of my poetry. Let’s explore those emotional demons from the depths of the soul. I have for you two poems written some time ago but freshly edited. I deleted unnecessary words to give the words I do use more focus and importance. I hope the poems emote feelings of love and fear. Fear of love in ‘Unspoken’ and just the power of two people in love in, ‘Band’. Once you’ve read them both, let me know how you enjoyed them. I’d be happy to discuss them further with you next week if you’d like to dive deeper into the meanings of the words and tips on writing better poems. Your comments are always appreciated and taken to heart. Happy Poetic Friday on sasloveswords.com Enjoy! ❤ Melissa



If you proceed to touch me again,
I will not hold back.
Kiss my neck one more time,
my body will collapse in on itself,
implode in the warming
sensation pulsing throughout.
Talk to me,
don’t disappear in this silence
abandoning me in passion,
don’t disengage eyes from mine.
Speak in poetic movements,
every part caressed.
Keep me distanced from the door
the world outside,
My urgent yearning,
causing our atmosphere
to close in.
The candles bow,
dim in the lust heavy air.
The moon succumbs to the sea
stars close eyed.
The world slips away
nothing left,
Our bodies safe together
until the burdened door opens.
My silence will pierce
your incomplete heart.
For if I cannot dismiss my desires,
you will come again.
If I cannot voice them,
forever I lost.



Every day I look
towards my finger
to remember;
words we spoke,
the kiss that united,
tears and trembling hands.
A room vibrated with laughter,
warmed with embraces.
Family and friends
sparkling with
illuminated candlelight.

The band encircles my finger,
swirls round the past
to the future.
The life inside it
never will fade.
band us.