When Poems Live On

I wrote this poem some time ago.
Then one day I saw this contest in a magazine. It was for a poetry site where
you submit for an anthology poetry book.
Yes–prizes where supposed to be awarded.
The book it was supposed to be in was expensive and designed beautifully.
Your poem could be on mugs, magnets and more.
Well–I never won one of the prizes. But some time later—my poem appeared
on a poetry online website. Daily people could vote on whether they liked it or not.
Just because I submitted to one contest (I obtain copyright to this poem)—it seems like they say went forth and multiplied.
Which goes to say—you never know what you are getting into.
So here is my poem. I found out it is on Poetry.com—currently.

Dainty Dandelion

Dandelion, dandelion
How did you get your name
It is quite a shame
The way people pluck out
Your dainty yellow head
Peeping shyly out of flowerbeds
Tossed out of lawns, dead
Sitting so shiny and bright
It does not seem right
Something so pretty
Considered a noxious weed
Would you believe
Is a first hint of spring.

©craftvamp–Sally J


In Print To See

There is nothing like the feeling when you see something you have written being published

in a magazine.  I mean the paper version —the you can feel it, touch it and see it version.

Some years ago I had a few things published in “Instructor Magazine.”

I know the feeling of excitement when you are looking through the pages to

find the thing you wrote.

Yes–of course it was edited down—but there was the photo I took and most of my

words describing how to make the craft item.

Many people don’t understand how you write all the steps to  enable someone

to recreate what you did.

When you see the finished result –it is totally different.  Still it is rewarding,

Patchy Scarecrow as seen  in Instructor Magazine.

Patchy Scarecrow as seen in Instructor Magazine.

©2015 Sally J