My First Hub

There is really only one way to get your first Hub on the go, and that is to just get on with it, so here it is.

I have been writing poetry for about three years now but I have never published anything in book form prior to my book, Landscapes and Wordscapes, published by blurb at blurb.com . My book is a collection of poems and a pictures that have been chosen as partners for a very specific reason.

I have always felt that poetry books always put you off reading them by being faced with a wall of words that soon wear you down. The idea behind the pictures in the book was that while your mind is thinking about the poem your attention is slowly altered to focus on the picture. For me I find that it cleanses the mind of the words I have just read, this means that I have a clear mind ready to enjoy the next poem.

I have included two samples from my book Landscapes and Wordscapes and two corresponding pictures for your enjoyment.

Free viewing of more pages of the book can be found on the link to my book at the end of the hub.

One of my other passions is painting and like all painters I have had to cross the barrier of “The Blank Canvas” the moment where you have to decide were to start on this new masterpiece. I am sure that this poem will set many an artists heart racing at the thought of their own “Blank Canvasses” a lot of fellow artists will understand what the poem is getting at.

The Blank Canvas

Staring at a new blank canvas,

white like un-trodden snow.

I could see snowmen, snowball fights,

And sledges lined up in a row.

Still no picture appeared,

enough of that, I must make a start.

Why is it so difficult,

This pass-time they call art.

I'm scared to make a start,

a reason is needed for me to begin.

I count the beats of my heart,

at one hundred I'll get stuck in.

Here it goes, blue sky,

big fluffy white clouds rolling by.

The distant Mountains next,

All colours and shapes are in context.

Now It's all finished.

In the end wasn't that a load of fun.

Forget the heartache art causes,

just keep on carrying on.

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The Plinkle

The Plinkle was a dinkle,

and he plied Pruella Finkle,

with a cocktail of a drinkle,

But you never give Finkle a drinkle.

What a stinkle caused the Plinkle,

For Pruella fell down a pinkle,

She hit her head, rinky dink dinkle,

and dropped down dead in a winkle.

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