Illusion

In a fog, a disillusion
Long ago I thought
You were a solution
Now I just fight to relieve the pain of an illusion…
At first it was just a thrill
Devil May Care…
If you will.
But memories flood in
As they always will.
And that’s where you always get me
(Decades)
Those steely blue eyes…
Strong, sinewy arms that warm me at night.
No one else will really do.

Isolation

What I wouldn’t give for a smile
An open door, a gentle touch
Some pretty flowers, stay awhile
The coldness, isolation
Gravity of situation
Distant stars, no sound
Cold trees, no wind
Walls closing in all around
Unconditional love is lacking
Sanity begins slacking
Phone rings, neighbors stare
No conversation, so unfair
Dark rushes in
So the wait begins…

Review of Lost & Found by Paul McGovern

I received an awesome review today from a friend over in Northern Ireland. I opened the email and just sat, stunned. I had heard from other people that it was good, that I had talent, but this was overwhelmingly full of praise. I feel very happy and yes, proud. I would like to say Thank you to my Lord, Jesus, for putting this gift in my hands and guiding me along the way. I have decided to post it here in the chance that others will come across it. If you’re like to read Lost & Found, please click here.

Paul McGovern’s review:

Lost & Found

I love the concept of dualism, the two sidedness of everything that exists. It is one of the fundamental principles on which the world in that we live is based on. The rise & fall, the ups and downs, the good and the bad. As far as I’m concerned nothing is one thing or another, rather everything is in a state or perpetual flux. Lost and Found then is poetic dualism, a contradiction that explores the darker side of humanity and the subsequent flip side.

The author, Violet Yates, wrote the collection over a number of years, quite often at low points in her life. The poems conjure up images of isolation, desperation and despair. It often makes for bleak reading but there is a uncompromising truth at the core of every line and I for one felt moved and touched by what I read. I have gone through my own fair share of emotional turmoil and reading these poems I empathised with the harsh realities some of us have to face.

Each of the poems is accompanied by a yearly date entry identifying when it was written. This serves to reinforce the progression of the author over time. The book certainly encompasses her personal journey and one can identify abstract grief transforming into a perspective of hope. I makes for very good reading instilling hope in the reader while illustrating the personal depths that Violet experienced. There are many stand out moments, Pain from 2004 is just one:

This pain…
Too excruciating.
This pain…
I told myself:
Never let yourself feel again.
So why did I?
Wanted to feel the love without the pain…
Torture,
Exquisite though it may be.
Still too awful to be perceived by anyone but me.
Reality.

It’s personal, beautiful and eloquent if such things can be described as such.”Thinking of you as I lie alone in this room. Trying to blot out all feelings of doom.” High Hopes, suggests that the writing process perhaps offered some degree of catharsis or outlet for pain and in turn offers some hope to the reader that similar solace may be found in their own lives. Reading the collection I can’t help but feel reminded of Sylvia Plath. I don’t like comparing and writer with another because each has their own unique style and approach but I think it’s fair to say that comparisons can be made. I could award no higher accolade, Plath’s poetry remains the benchmark for me in many respects.

Lost and Found is the most engaging collection of poetry I have read since discovering the art form at school, it appeals to me on so many levels, not least in it’s exploration of the human condition when faced with adversity. Violet may have done through a lot to stimulate the creation of these poems but what she has produced is something beautiful to be proud of. Redemption in conflict, dualism. Lost and Found is available now on Amazon.

So I’m finally a published author

I took the plunge and published a book of poetry, as well as a short story, this past week on Amazon and Smashwords. I am officially a published author. I was totally excited about this all week, but the fervor as dimmed somewhat.
I am a bit concerned with the fact that, as an independently published author, I don’t have a marketing department to back me up. So whatever I publish, I have to promote, and I’ve never done this before. I know of the typical things, such as writing a blog (check), letting my friends know (check), starting a thread about my books in Amazon’s discussion forums (check), and adding links to my books on all of my online profiles (check). But I am not sure what else there is I need to do. Also, I’m a bit worried that I’ll lose track of something or forget to update things, as there are so many places I have to go on a regular basis now in order to promote my book.
Being mentally ill is not helping me. Having bipolar disorder has never been more of a curse than it is now. True, my meds are helping me immensely; I would not have been able to pull it together enough to compile a book of poetry without them. But my head is feeling totally jumbled and it’s hard to focus on what I need to do. It’s not unmanageable though.
Now I have to figure out how to use this blog to drive people to my books. I guess I’ll start with the links to my book, as well as their descriptions.

Forgotten Forest of the Innocent:

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…I wrote this short story while in college as an English Undergrad, as a way to escape from the drudgery of research papers and text books. I had an idea: what if the world of fantasy and reality were to intersect? What if, say, a fairy found a telephone ringing in the forest? What would technology mean to the people who populated the fantasy world? Voila: Forgotten Forest of the Innocent was born.

FYI: 1763 words approximately

Lost & Found, a book of poetry:

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Picture this: a turbulent marriage, four years of college and post-graduate work, single motherhood, a devastating divorce, disabling illness and a debilitating addiction. Anyone else might have just given up. But Violet Yates is a fighter. Embark upon a journey with her as you read thirteen years worth of poetry that comes straight from the heart.

Now I have to figure out how to drive people to this blog! lol

Aloha~

Violet Yates