Under a Red Roof

Before Fear

July 24, 2008 in Being, Thinking, Writing by Colleen | Permalink

Before fear, I rode headlong into life,

Full of joy and wonder,

Summer blonde hair whipping wildly in the breeze.

Before fear, my feet were bare,

Burning on the hot summer pavement,

Brown with dirt and sun.

Before fear, I leaped and jumped,

Legs straining, stretching to make my mark,

With vitality and energy.

Before fear, my laughter was everywhere,

Ringing in the air,

Singing in my heart.

Before fear, I was always myself,

Not wondering who or what to be.

What will this crowd think of me?

Before fear, I did not think of it,

I just was,

Every moment of every day.

Now as I return, I move with hope as I pray.

Colleen Sohn

Tags: Poetry

Jailed Beauty Writes Bad Poetry!

June 9, 2008 in Writing by Colleen | Permalink

For some reason

I had a compulsion,

From my little prison,

To write some fiction

Using the diction

of Adam Sandler’s Cajun minion.

What a desecration

Of words held so often in jubilation!

Yet, I wait in anticipation

For the next line in my creation.

Without great satisfaction,

For I have lost traction,

And now have to cease without proper action.

The End

Colleen Sohn

Tags: My Poetry

First Rejection

June 2, 2008 in Feeling, Writing by Colleen | 1 comment

I received my first rejection today. The bummer part is that it wasn’t even a letter, just a mass printed 3 X 5 card paper clipped to my manuscript.

Thank you for your inquiry. We read it with interest, but the project described is not one we believe would fit into our current publishing plans.

We cannot, therefore, encourage its submission, but we wish you the best of luck in placing it with the most appropriate publisher.

I wish it didn’t hurt to read it. I feel sad, but not crying sad. Bummed in a wouldn’t it have been great to have the first publisher I submitted to be the ONE? Alas, it is not to be. I am only left to wonder what it is to be, for life has the best poker face (and my friend Becky too – she’s good, very good).

Now this is me envisioning myself as the man in the picture, breaking through the wall to the right publisher. It’s bound to happen. Oh yeah, that’s right…