24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Virginia Carraway Stark is a number one internationally best selling award winning author and had an honorable mention at the Cannes Film Festival for her screenplay Blind Eye. She has won awards for her poetry, novels and essays as well as nominations for her essays, blogs and other writings. She has written in numerous genres and has written in collaborations as well as in novels. She's written for presses from Simon and Schuster to smaller presses and is always up for a trying something new. She's passionate about writing although she rarely takes herself seriously. She believes in fun and measures success in terms of satisfaction rather than bank accounts or awards and prestige. She is frequently found on interviews and author panels, radio shows and online but usually, she's behind her computer or a good book or somewhere in nature. She has succeeded in completing writing specialties from Weslyan University and a specialty in ecology from Yale university. She is currently studying music from the University of Rochester. Learning is yet another of Virginia's passions. You can find out more at www.virginiastark.wordpress.com and then clicking on the 'about me' section.
In the Green
Virginia Carraway Stark
Flutter
A rustle
A movement
And then
The chill edge
Of the damp June wind
Even the afternoons
Can be cold
Fluttering
Rustling
Leaves
Flash
Silver bellies
Like fish
In the pond of the planet
Where currents flout
The rules
If fluid dynamics
Fluttering
Rustling
Watching
Feeling
I am flying
In the green
Gorgeous world
That branched hands
Have lifted me into
Flying
Happy
Joyous peace
In the green
Little Mouse
Virginia Carraway Stark
Little black teardrop
Mouse
Brought to the bearer of light
Big eyes
Of black
Ness
Eating up
Potential with
Little chittering teeth
Long tail
Dark brown fur
Fallen to doom
In this
The thirteenth
Of June
Bessburough Road
Virginia Carraway Stark
On Bessburough road
In a little house
Of white and blue
There lived a grand lady
And she was
A grand mother too
She endured pain
And violent abuse
And she still found time
To give me hugs and kisses too
She never gave a thought
For her own safety, happiness or health
She was hard wired for love
On Bessburough road
In a little house
of white and blue
There lived a grand lady
I wish you had known her too
My Tears
Virginia Carraway Stark
Pitter patter rain drops
Falling this morning
With my tears
As I hear that you have
Left this plane
You were always full of love
And you
A sweet light
The mother of my mother
You were beautiful
Pitter patter raindrops
Falling this morning
With my tears
This Place
Virginia Carraway Stark
The leaves wave
Away the tears
And lines on your face
They say it’s safe
And make this place
Paradise even for a day
The wheel of fate
Is graven here
As is each roses thorn
And every petal
Made of pink silk
The leaves rustle
In the invisible
And the rain cleans off your face
Here in this place
Each dew drop
In the very hand of grace
So Dance
Virginia Carraway Stark
Dance with me
Dear heart
The night is still young
It’s not even
Noon yet
The clouds are breaking
With every cheer
Of bird song
The puddles don’t splash
Above our ankles
So dance with me
And sing
Because the night is young
Before noon
Dear Anna
Virginia Carraway Stark
Anna what happened
To your cricket heart
I see your doubt
And empty dreams
Your decisions poised
Ever on a razors edge
Of your triplicity
You alone
I can never trust
Your heart is ever changing
Your blonde hair
Turned to black
As you
A vixen
Ever changing
Never changing
I cannot trust you
You’re an idlewyld
Your eyes are looking
At a horizon I cannot
Ever see
Dear Anna
I’ll always have your memory
Of the things that you
Were never to me
Moonlight and poetry
Virginia Carraway Stark
I dreamt I wrote a poem
It was stuck in a moonbeam
I couldn’t get it out
Just gazed at it in longing
Thinking
That If kisses
Were like poetry
That could get stuck in moonbeams
They would be open
Empty doorways
Filled with possibility
With nothing in between
Each letter a mote
Of starlight in your eyes
As the dream was faded
The moonbeam snatched away
I wondered where my poem
Had gone
Moonlight got
In my face
Sky is grey
Heart is full
Day is begun
Night is furled
Crows now call
Day is young
Songs are song
Hi guys! It’s great to meet all of you! I had an amazing experience last year and I’m really looking forward to tomorrow! I’m a professional writer and also the chief editor for Starklight Press. I’ve got a quite a few books published, anthologies and had poems published in assorted places. I’m also involved in a mystery writing panel at When Words Collide (WWC) and have three book launches this year. One at WWC, one at VCon and one at the Fraser lake festival of the arts. I’ve got a pretty long resume but that’s kind of boring to hear about so let’s just leave it at I love writing and i am also completely in love with nature, animals and my hubby! Cheers!