Hello, dear readers. It is my pleasure to once again share my blog with another incredibly talented writer. This guest should be familiar to all who read this blog. Please give a warm welcome to the poet Queen of Spade.
Take it away, Queenie…
Greetings Beem! Thanks for allowing me to pull up a chair on your lovely blog. Since you are fan of stories, I’d like to tell you a story about a journey—“A Spaded Journey”.
It was many moons ago—more moons that I can count, when a younger version of me was networking about. I was full of optimism, overflowing to the brim, with a willingness to help people, no matter what circles they were in.
It was during my time in a few poetry clubs that my burning cigarette of helpfulness got dimmed, then snubbed. Too many egos got in the way of cooperation. Other people became upset because one wonderful idea was not their creation.
You see, way before there was Truths, I gave birth to Branches—where all types of poets came together from different land expanses. When other administrators discovered the news, they threw salt on the audio rendition of the project, leaving the participants disappointed and primarily confused.
The betrayal upset me so much that when the 1st Spaded Truths finally came to fruition, I confess to not giving it much needed attention. My passion was in the wastebasket. My marketing mojo was in a rut. Little by little, I made myself scarce then chiding, “When it comes to networking, I’ve decided to give up.”
Year after year went by, yet I continued to write. When it came to showcasing the talent, those words failed to see the light. One day, I revisited a portfolio with poems of old. For closure’s sake, an exception was made and the end result was Reflections of Soul.
As popularity gained for “Reflections”, I was back in the spotlight—this time, each action saturated with a sprinkle of fright. In the beginning, I couldn’t help but get flashbacks of the past … where I was helpful to a fault, but my efforts bit me in the ass.
However, little by little, I lowered my shield, feeling more comfort each and every day. I was making lots of discoveries—I still had so much talent to put on display.
That is when I made an executive decision, for the presentation of the 1st Spaded Truths would not have even received honorable mention. The inner content needed structure; the cover concept lacked maturity. In December 2013, the 1st Spaded Truths was re-launched, one that better matched my poetic glory.
I never composed “Themes and Proclamations” with the intention of there being more. I was just thankful a better Truths was published that myself and others could adore. Yet, over the span of a few months, I was writing lots of lines—none which fit any subjects I was writing about at the time.
One night I tossed and turned—the mental repetition of a phrase prompted me to wake. Those five words simmered: Truth has no expiration date. After much meditation, I suddenly knew … the lines that were manifesting belonged to Spaded Truths 2. It wouldn’t be like the 1st production, just an awareness of maladies that causes the human condition’s “Life-O-Suction”.
So, as everyone waits patiently for the new book to debut, I bid everyone who has read this tale, “Adieu.”