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I am a professional writer who also loves to read! Please follow my blog to learn more about my work and the books I am reading!

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SPOILER ALERT!

My newest book, When You Were Here is out!

My newest book, When You Were Here:  A Poetry Collection was released on April 2016 through Cawing Crow Press.  I am always excited when I publish and release a new book, but not as much as this one has excited me recently.  

 

I guess it is because I feel I have within this book some of the best poetry I have ever composed.  It's a shame that the majority of the poetry was inspired by a tragic period in my life.  You see, during the year that I had begun to compose most of the poetry now featured in When You Where Here, I was getting over a break-up with my ex-boyfriend, I was underemployed, and I had reconnected with a "friend" whom I had complicated feelings for who just didn't appreciate me, nor treat me very well.  This environment inspired me to create poetry that not only expressed my feelings, but gave me a platform to cope with what I'm going through.  One thing I strongly believe in when I write is that creative writing especially can help me to cope with difficult situations because I can "give my problems to the world" by creating art with it.  When I do this, it no longer becomes my problem, but a work of art that will be loved and appreciated by others.  Therefore, it no longer bothers me, but now becomes used to create something artistic and beautiful, which makes me feel better, and hopefully empowers my audience.  

 

 

 

When You Were Here by [Swisher, Danielle]

 

As a result, I truly write with my heart, and I would say that the poetry in this collection expresses that completely.  Never have I been so vulnerable on the page, even though I never write without being vulnerable.  This, mixed with my artistic vision of wanting to capture a moment within metre and diction, helps to create the poems within When You Were Here.  

 

When I put these poems together, I didn't intend to create a themed poetry collection.  My first poetry collection, Reflections Through A Radiant Mirror: A Poetry Collection, wasn't meant to be themed either.  Reflections Through A Radiant Mirror features more abstract themes than When You Were Here does.  The reason why When You Were Here is so themed around love and loss was because at that point in my life when these poems were written, love and loss was a theme in my life, and I wrote with the effort of taking that theme out of my life.  

 

With that being said, please don't assume that the poems are depressing.  They are actually a celebration of life and the individual.  What makes these poems beautiful is that they look at the fragility of life, over how beautiful, positive things like love and happiness can be tested by tragedy, loss and disappointment.  However, the poems do stress upon reflection that it is up to us as to how we let these losses, disappointments and tragedies treat us and affect our lives.  If we learn to let go of them, and place them in the past and place them in perspective, better days are ahead.  It is through these efforts, that we better learn about ourselves and find ourselves and what makes us happier, more fulfilled and successful.  Sure enough, my life is turning around for the better, and creating When You Were Here was the beginning of that.  

 

Here is a sample of one of the poems that helps to demonstrate what I am talking about here.  The name of this poem is called "Callow", and was inspired by the "friend" who seemed to not appreciate me and also seemed to act in this manner.  The narrative is asking the individual being callow to question his behavior and see that it is hurting that person, not helping them, by arguing their humanity and right to be treated with dignity, respect and love.  Here's the poem:  

 

Callow

 

How can you be  so callow, so cold and distant, without any sign of remorse or compassion?

How can you dehumanize another individual so easily, without any second thought? How can you claim empathy and benevolence toward others, 

When you act thusly when it is convenient  for you?

Do you think you’re the only one  who has a soul, who has a brain,

who needs lungs and the air to breath, water to quench thy thirst, food to satisfy thy hunger? Look around you, other humans desire the same needs you ardor for!

 

Go seek them out. treat each and every one of them with respect and honor.

Reward them for being human, because they are like you, vulnerable, yet magnificent and sentient.

 

Be their leader, not their demise. Seek them out, for in return, you shall discover yourself to be more than just a callow, materialistic being, who has lost his humanity and his pride.

Therefore, go out into the world seek out others, seek out knowledge and truth

For only then,

Will you discover the depth and the

Hoard of treasures  You hold within

Your very soul and mind.

 

Another poem that also exemplifies this is "Different Interpretations of Life", inspired by the same individual who evidently had a different lifestyle from me, yet seemed to grade me according to it.  The narrative suggests to an individual like this that there is more to life than that person thinks, and that life is filled with meaning and beauty.  However, this poem also makes it clear that difference is a thing of beauty, and must be taken as such because we can learn from each other, not as an opportunity to be harsh, judgmental and cruel towards someone.  Here is the poem:  

 

Different Interpretations of Life

 

To you, life is but a meaningless state of being.

You believe that when we die, we turn to dust, and fade away.

 

 

I, on the other hand, believe that every being has,  encased in our terrestrial bodies, a soul, a consciousness, a purpose

that upon our body’s death, must grow and become  like light that guides us all.

 

In this way, we continue on.

We touch the hearts and minds of the living And those not yet born.  

 

Truth is that while we are here on this Earth, we are surrounded by wonders that surpass anything we could imagine.  

These are:

simple things like  the breaths we take each day,  our footprints in the sand, 

a wave gently touching the shore of a mountain lake, and grand things 

like trees that stand the test of time,  vast oceans of life,  stars in the clear night sky,  and the universe that lies beyond.

 

Still, Every living thing has a purpose, and a light to follow, which they must be in tune with. So that when they Tread off the path,  gentle nudges can realign their purpose  not allowing, trepidation and strife to take over.

 

I ask you, where has your life’s purpose gone?

Has the light of your path faded away?

 

Have you lost your way?

Have you just ignored the hand that guides? Or, have you just not noticed that it was there?

 

I want to help; but all I can do,

is say that I care, and hope that it will  be enough to help you find your way to the promises of birth and death that are awesome and breathtaking  to behold.

 

Not all the poems are about love and loss, however it is true that the majority of them are.  Some are about religion, nature and the joy of love and life.  Take for example, the poem "The Sea of Grass" inspired by the natural splendor of my native Florida, and the Western Everglades which I have grown up with for most of my life:  

 

Sea of Grass

Welcome to the sea of grass. May you glide along  its sodded waterways, the flooded plains of North America’s largest swamp. Gaze upon its endless horizon, where Mother Earth kisses  Father Universe, ever procreating and filling the Earth with life and vitality forever more.

 

There's also the poem "The Sleeper and the Lamb" which is my own play on the works of 18th century English poet, William Blake, who has inspired my poetry since childhood:  

The sleeper and the lamb

 

 

The sleeper and the lamb know not who made them, but instead, know how  they came to be.  

 

Whilst the sleeper takes  her eternal rest, and the lamb enjoys the virtues

and pleasures of spring;

 

We know that God made them, and led them to their rightful  destinies, so that we may cherish

And learn from their actions

And experiences,

 

But they don’t know that, and that’s ok.

 

So, hopefully I have whetted your appetite for my new poetry collection!  You can purchase it at most bookstores.  Please check out the link below to purchase it, and some of my other books, all available on Amazon and most major book stores.  Thank you and happy reading!  

 

 

Purchase When You Were Here on Amazon