FAO Neighbours Fans

Hi everyone,

Today I try something new and put out something not about my life but about the life of certain Australian soap characters.  After getting a bit soppy today, I chose them as subjects in hope of sharing my work with fans of the show.  It may fall flat, It may be ignored but it’s my work and I wanted to put it out there.

I actually didn’t expect today’s little session to end in producing a poem so it was a pleasant surprise.   As I said in my previous post, I want to continue to collect new rhymes but write poems off the cuff, which I did today and it worked.  I started by reading some poetry online and collecting some rhyming pairs.  For each pair I collected, I added one more.  This served as a confidence boost. I’ve still got it! And collecting just two rhyming words can start off a string.

The next thing I did was think about something that had got me a bit emotional today.   It was an episode of my favourite soap, Neighbours.  If you don’t watch it, then maybe the details and background will probably sound cheesy but credit to the writers and the actors, they really brought it to life and performances were amazing.

Here is my poem:

An Ode To Toadie and Sonya

A  couple together through thick and thin
A misunderstanding, a cardinal sin
A man in despair chooses his past
But desperately wants his marriage to last 
A surrogate baby so tragically lost 
She wanted to help, whatever the cost 
The ultimate price was a union so strong
A selfless act was to be their swan song

Jen  Elvy


I was surprised how quickly and smoothly this came together.  The only bit I struggled with slightly was the close of the poem but changing a rhyme sorted that out.

The poem deals with the issues involved in the break up of a seemingly solid couple and I hope fans of the show can appreciate it as it will be lost on anyone who doesn’t watch it, perhaps.  If that is you then all I can say is I’ll be back soon with some more poetry on a different subject.

Thank you for reading and letting me air this poem.  It’s all about putting it out there.

Jen xxx


Mother’s Day

Hi everyone,

I wrote a poem today.  A year ago that wouldn’t have been very big news. In fact you probably would have said to me, “So, what’s new?” as back then I was knocking out at least two poems a week, sometimes closer to one a day.  However as I’ve mentioned ideas and poems aren’t exactly coming thick and fast lately so today was an achievement.

I used the “Just write” approach today, which worked well.  As the name suggests it simply involves just writng and seeing what I produce.   Before I started writing I had a read of some of my own work, which I’ve been meaning to do for ages.  It was very encouraging and reminded me what I could write when I had the time or was in the right mood.   At first, though, nothing new came. Or should I say, the desire didn’t come.  Considering how productive I have been in the past, this made me sad. It made me feel like I was going to start my dry spell all over again, but what was the point in forcing it?

But wait, it was worth continuing.  In the end, I just opened a document, with a topic in mind and started to compose a poem.  Of course, today being Mother’s day, I wanted to write a Mother’s day poem so off I went.  And as it happened it flowed quite nicely.  At the end, I felt that it was good but, whilst it was general and not personal to me, it felt a bit too general and didn’t feel like it would touch a deep emotion.  Mind you, not every poem has to do this, I guess, so with that in mind, I sent it to my husband to see what he thought.

Encouraged by his positive response, (What would I do without you, babe?) I have decided to share it, so here it is:

Mother’s Day

Wishing a happy Mother’s Day
To mothers everywhere
You do so much to show
That you love and you care

When we are feeling low
You are a listening ear
A shoulder to cry on
A voice to calm our fear

You have wiped our noses
Picked us up when we fell down
And cringed when we have thrown
A tantrum while in town

And if you’ve grown your angel’s wings
And you are no longer here
We remember you so fondly
Although we shed a tear

It may be that your children
Are now fully grown
And now have children
Of their very own

Wherever you are, mothers
Know that you are treasured
And that your greatness
Can simply not be measured

Jen Elvy

Reading it again, I’m pleased with the way it turned out and I only hope, despite my busier schedule, I can get into a bit of a flow with my writing again.

One thing that has frustrated me lately is my apparent inability to write from prepared notes and practice sessions.   A while back, I collected some rhyming words, first from memory and then adding words I found on Rhymezone, which is an online rhyming aid I occasionally use (but only when the word fits)  From these lists I wanted to produce some rhyming couplets or maybe a whole poem, but to my frustration, when I actually sat down to do this, it didn’t happen that way.  I produced a few lines but nothing I felt was good enough or that really sparked anything.   I discovered today that I’m better off writing my poems straight off, working out rhymes as I go along.  This is probably because of the nature of what I write. My poems start with a feeling or an idea and to have too many notes and plans just doesn’t seem to work for me.

Having said that, I do think that my notes and rhyming practice sessions do have a place in my work.   But how can I use them without stifling my creativity?

  1.  Continue to collect rhyming words and lines but keep this seperate from my poetry sessions.  Hopefully any words that I collect can work their way into my subconscience and find their way into my work.
  2. Have notes in front of me when writing but only for reference.  Refer to them if I get stuck on a rhyme or in case one of the lines I write comes in handy.  I can even keep a record of rhymes I use in each poem and expand my list further during another session.

Think I can do a bit of both techniques so all is not lost.  I’m hoping this little epiphany tonight will help me to chill out with my writing and hopefully I’ll have another blog post for you before too long.

See you soon and if you are a mum, I hope you have had a fabulous Mothers day.  This post is for you.  Thinking also of those whose Mums have grown angel wings and are no longer with us. I send you a big hug and remind you that your mum is still with you every day.  I dedicate this post to you too and I’m sorry if it has been upsetting to read.

Lots of love

Jen xxx


Rhyming and Toddler Bedtime

Hi all,

Been a busy month.  And a tiring one with the youngest settling into his new bed and still being wakeful at night at times.  Plus been busy at work the last couple of weeks. Every time I intend to write this blog I end up asleep on the sofa before even making a start! So a very tired working mummy this month.

I have written the odd bit now and then so still active.  I will later share with you a little rhyme I wrote about the frustrations of toddler bedtime.   But first I want to talk to you about one of the main reasons I write poetry.

It’s a rhyming thing.

As you all know, I do love to rhyme.  I wrote about this in my last post and I have no idea if I’m repeating myself  so apologies if I am but this time I intend to go into it in more depth.

The fact is rhyme is all around us.  In songs, adverts, poems…. the list goes on.  Rhymes add colour to our hectic lives.  And a certain order too. They are memorable, which is why they are so widely used.  The first songs we learn as infants are nursery rhymes and then we learn songs and hymns at school, which are also based around rhyme to make them memorable.  And then there’s children’s literature.  As children we loved a story written in rhyme, often with a repetitive line/verse.  The following two spring to mind

Run run as fast as you can 

You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man.

(The Gingerbread Man)

Little pig, little pig let me come in. 

No by the hairs on my chinny chin chin

I will not let you in ….

(The Three Little Pigs)

The list goes on and this generation is no different.  In fact I still read my children the books containing these rhymes.   And now there are new ones too.  You will find delightful rhymes in “The Aliens Love Underpants” series, amongst many others.  One of my favourites and one very special to me is When the world was waiting for you” by Gillian Sheilds.   This was read aloud on Cbeebies when Kyle, our eldest, was a baby and it moved me to tears as it rang so true.  It speaks about the anticipation of a birth of a new baby and the delight as a baby is born into a family.   Although the illustrations show a family of rabbits, Gillian Sheilds captures the occasion beautifully.  I love reading it to the boys.

And then we come to one of my favourite children’s authors. Julia Donaldson. What can I say? the woman is a genius! I love her work. From her little lift the flap series containing books such as Postman Bear and Fox in Socks, to books such as Monkey Puzzle, Room on the Broom and of course,The Gruffalo.   I have written the odd narrative poem but I don’t think I could get anywhere near the pure genuis of the Julia Donaldson books.  To think of a children’s story is one skill but to bring rhyme to life as she does… I don’t think I could do it! I’m not saying I won’t give it a try one day but I’ll never compete with Julia Donaldson.

I would also like to share with you another artist from a different genre whose rhyming I admire.   My husband says he believes I could write a song for him one day and that is something I would love to do aswell.  Poetry and song writing go hand in hand and so this rhyming artist is none other than Robbie Williams.  When I first started writing poetry I looked to him for inspiration.  It was only recently that I was thinking about his most famous song Angels and how he used rhyme in the first verse. He focuses a lot on one sound:

Do they know the places where we go when we’r e grey and old?

Cause I have been told

That salvation let’s their wings unfold

In this section he uses 3 rhyming words : old/told/unfold  as well as two other rhyming words that sound similar to the above rhymes know/go.  I love the way he groups these together.   It really gets the song into the memory, into the subconscience. He also does it with the subsequent lines too:

So when I’m lying in my bed,

Thoughts running through my head

And I feel that love is dead

I’m loving Angels instead

Thats right, four of them!  These techniques coupled with other factors make this song still one of his best ones to date.  I just over played it a bit at uni so I don’t listen to it much anymore.   It was only when I was running the lyrics through my head, as I often do to get inspiration that this song really struck me.

So there you have it. A little bit about who inspires me to keep on rhyming.  I’ve also discovered the power of slant rhymes, in other words near rhymes as opposed to perfect rhymes, which can work so well.  Particularly in songs when you haven’t really got time to think “that doesn’t rhyme properly” You just register the key sounds eg arms/stars  gone/long.  I will be trying some of these out in future work.

I will leave you with my own poem.  Again, the work of a disasterous bedtime:

Why is it that bedtime is sometimes such a breeze?
But other times it can have you crumbling to your knees?
Sometimes it’s filled with promise and hope
But other times you just can’t cope!
Why can’t it just be black and white?
Instead of making you feel you’re doing nothing right?
It just goes to show that putting a toddler to bed
Can really and truly mess with your head!

Jen Elvy

Amazing how the words flow when you really have something to say.  It’s the other times when I want to write poetry and nothing is coming to mind that I find frustrating.

I close this by thanking all those who have inspired me, including fellow blogger Dawn, who writes Rhyming with Wine. I love her work as it always inspires me.

And of course all those who are reading this.

Love to all.

Back soon

Jen xx



Back Again – Must Get Motivated!

Hello  all,

It seems that I have well and truly dropped from blogging once a week or once a fortnight to blogging once a month.  I do want to post more frequently and I may well start trying harder, even if I have no new work to show you.

The fact is motivation has been a bit of a struggle of late. There is always something else to do and I’ve been busy with work.  In the time I have as my own, I haven’t, sad as it seems, felt like sitting down and writing a poem.  I’ve been doing more reading and chilling of an evening.  Motivation has been hard.

However, I haven’t stopped writing completely.  I managed to get my act together to write a poem for Dan for his birthday and another one for Valentines day.  I won’t be sharing these today, Firstly because they are for my husband and secondly because I’m not really sure if they reflect my best work.   Dan did appreciate them but deep down I knew I could probably do better if I spent a bit more time on them.  Still, they were gestures for my dear hubby and I couldn’t let either occasion go by without a poem.

One poem I am going to share is my 17 month one for Sam.  He is now nearly 18 months but that’s how long it’s taken me to get the poxy thing written, if you’ll pardon my expression.  When trying to write it initially, it seemed to be going well but the next time I visited it I changed it quite a bit as I didn’t like it.  When I tried to write more it just felt like the rhymes were forced and not good enough.  I became frustrated, even ranting on Facebook!   However, the next time I viewed it I made a few positive changes that I felt worked for me.  After that I just needed a closing couplet.  Now, I feel I’m running out of these as there’s only so many times I can use certain rhymes and I fear I am starting to repeat myself a little. I wanted the final lines to mark his transition into toddlerhood. I just struggled to fine a decent rhyme.  In the end I was pleased with the outcome.

So here’s my poem about my youngest son Sam, at 17 months old:

Seventeen months and still you grow
And now you’ve seen your first fall of snow

[You weren’t impressed though, you whinged and cried
We couldn’t make you excited, however hard we tried ]

You love to push your cars along the floor and off the table
You wouldn’t keep a room tidy even if you were able

Still wakeful at night but a joy during the day
Even though, like a cannonball, you destroy everything in your way

Your zombie walk has gone now, but you still have your waddle
I feel so much pride as across the floor you toddle

You amuse yourself so much, and it’s such a joy to see
And when a certain piggy comes on telly your face is full of glee

A sweet little toddler you truly are
Mummy and Daddy’s little star

Jen Elvy


Just a few explanations:

His zombie walk refers to the way he used to walk with his arms outstretched in front of him.  Was so cute but sadly is no more. His hands are often by his side now. He finally mastered walking on new years day, I think.  Unlike our eldest son, he was a slow burner, taking about a month to really get established.

And the pig that comes on telly? It’s Peppa pig of course! He absolutely adores that show, flapping his arms and grinning at his favourite bits.

It’s such a joy to see him grow and change.  It’s all going so fast though. Time is racing by!


A good thing is, I’m starting to work on poems again in my head whilst doing jobs and settling Sam.  I feel this stopped for a while but it’s a good sign it’s coming back.

I thought up this one just the other day:


I’m finding writing a bit of a chore
I wince as I see you all producing more
With the daily grind and distractions all around
I’m finding it hard to keep my feet on the ground
So excuse me while I sort out this mess
Be assured I’m not laying my poetry to rest
Time and practice is what I need
My creative mind I want to feed

Jen Elvy

Not bad for a little poem I dreamt up whilst sorting out the washing, eh?  Still might need some work one day but it reflects some of my struggles of late.

Whilst sometimes motivation runs short, I draw inspiration from poetry bloggers such as Rhyming With Wine and one I found on facebook a while ago called The Lyrical Mummy.   Both are brilliant and write about similar subject matters to me. I want to continue to read others’ work to inspire me to keep going.

Maybe I should also try daily prompts again to freshen up my work.

Thank you for your support and patience,

I’ll blog again v soon,  I hope.

Jen x


Hello and happy new year. Hope 2017 is a great year for you all!

Welcome to January. The month of being skint after Christmas, the month of winter flu, the month of “new beginnings.” It’s hard to believe we are half way through the month already.

Tomorrow is the day that marks 13 years since my Dad passed away.  As much as I try not to let it dictate my day, (afterall we should celebrate our loved ones lives not focus on the day they died, right?) I always feel a certain sadness on the anniversary day. I just try to move past that sadness and get on with the day. For the last couple of years my poetry has served as a way of paying tribute to my Dad.

Last year I wrote a message of positivity, hope and rememberance. You can read the poem in my post that I published back in July, entitled Happy Birthday Dad.

To start gathering ideas for this years poem, I began by writing about the day as a non-rhyming poem.   It was a way of getting my ideas and thoughts out. Then I stumbled on the idea of spending one more day with him and thinking about what I would say. So my little ramblings began to gain structure.

To begin with, I didn’t use rhyme but when I attempted the poem as a rhyming poem it actually felt more natural and sounded ok so I went with it.  I’d written quite a bit the day before but my hubby pointed out that the poem might work better if I made it a bit less personal so it could be about anyone who had lost a parent or carer.   The rhyme, as I said felt right and it was quite easy in the end to do a more generic version of what I’d already written.

Here is the poem:

If I could bring you back to earth
For just one day
There are so many things
That I would want to say
I’d tell you I’m sorry
For all that I did wrong
I’d tell you that I try
Every day to be strong
I’d let you know that you were right
About so many things
But I didn’t realise til the day
They gave you angel’s wings
I’d tell you I’m eternally grateful
For all your love and care
And that when I needed you
You were always there
I’d tell you that I love and miss you
Every single day
But I know deep down in my heart
That you’ll never be far away

Jen Elvy

I am pleased with it overall.  This version went through some editing too.  Due to an oversight,  I ended up with the word “day” ending both the second and the third line so the poem read:

If I could bring you back to earth
For just one day
I’d tell you that I love and miss you
Every single day

Oopsy! a bit of tweaking was needed.   I added in the line “There are so many things that I would want to say.”   Then I tried to tweak the bit about loving and missing him but changing word order and rhymes but it didn’t quite gel so I decided to omit this part of the poem and add it at the end.   Along with the idea that our loved ones are never far away, this seemed to work well.

I’m actually going to close off there as I’m knackered but I’ll share another poem very soon, I promise.

Thank you for taking the time to read this post.

Jen xx


Christmas and the Passing of Time

Hi all,

Hope you had a most wonderful Christmas!  For us it’s been lovely but the preparation part has been a challenge as it has been tight moneywise this year.  I’ve been trying to think of a Christmas poem but haven’t really been feeling it. Then I’ve been thinking What sort of poet am I if I can’t write a Christmas poem? Surely Christmas is a time when ideas should be fast coming. So much to write about. The nativity, The giving of presents, the decorations, the list goes on.  But because of being somewhat short on funds, I found getting in the mood for Christmas a bit of a struggle this year. At least until the shopping was done. Then I could sit back and enjoy.

A few days ago, I started a poem about being skint at Christmas.  For anyone unaware of Southern English slang, skint is another word for broke.  I had the first couplet and the idea of finding joy on the face of my little boy, but I couldn’t quite think of the other lines so tonight I sat down with it, looking back on my Christmas and I found I could finish it.  The main message is that it isn’t pleasant when you haven’t got a lot of money at Christmas but you can find joy in simple non-material things like the joy on your little boy’s face when he thinks about Christmas approaching and then eventually when they unwrap all the gifts you have carefully chosen (even though the man in the red suit gets all the credit!) Looking at my children was a reminder to enjoy them when they are little and not worry about the material things.  Just concentrating on the little moments like watching your toddler learn to waddle across the room can give you a whole new perspective.  Finances will pick up but the children won’t be little for long.

So first I give you my Christmas poem:

A Tight Christmas

When you’re skint at Christmas, It’s so hard to see
How wonderfully joyful the season can be

You find yourself full of worry and woe
The shops are an unpleasant place to go

Should you buy this? Can you afford that?
My goodness, these shops are full of tat!

You long for it all be magically done
‘Cause running on empty isn’t much fun

But just all your energy has been zapped
And the final present has been wrapped

You find that much needed Christmas joy
On the smiling face of your little boy

And even your baby who doesn’t yet understand
Holds a brand new toy in his tiny hand

When you watch your children, still so small
You realise it’s not so bad after all

With your darling husband you share a beer
And feel that long awaited Christmas cheer

Jen Elvy

I’m happy with the poem as it sums up my Christmas. Stressful in preparation but once festivities were underway I felt relaxed and that it was all worth it.  I love my family more than anything.

I mentioned earlier about enjoying the children while they were small.  As you know, our oldest is now five. (Yes five years old!) and I was watching his home videos earlier and couldn’t believe how much he’s grown! In these videos he was just 2 and about to start preschool.  He just looked so little.  The same cheeky grin but those little cheeks too. The ones you find on a two year old! Chubby and cute.  We are so proud of the little boy he is becoming but he is growing so fast and it doesn’t seem like long ago he was that cheeky two year old.  Then we turn to our youngest.  He is almost sixteen months old and emerging into toddlerhood.  Changing so much every day and we know that he won’t stay this little for very long. If anything time gone even quicker with our second son!   I was watching him play earlier and thinking how quickly he is going to grow and then it came to me, at last.  I had waited a couple of weeks for this. The start of a new poem.   I quickly jotted down the lines on my phone with the view to finish later.  The first couple of lines came easily but the rest took a bit more thought.  Of course, I got there in the end and here is the outcome:


With your stacking rings I watch you play
I know you won’t be so little one day

You waddle steadily across the floor
And I know one day you’ll waddle no more

I listen to your little baby squeal
Knowing that soon you’ll be talking for real

You won’t be a toddler for very long
To wish time away would be so wrong

Watching you grow is such a pleasure
Every moment with you I treasure

Jen Elvy


The one thing I wondered about with this poem is the order of the last two couplets. I wasn’t sure whether to end with treasuring every moment or follow it up with the reminder that he won’t stay little for long and not to wish the time away. In the end I went with the uplifting ending, focusing on treasuring each moment.

I’m not sure I like use of “steadily” when I talk about him waddling across the floor.  I guess I mean in the slow sense rather than without a wobble, but I wonder if the word steadily contradicts his little waddle across the floor.  I will leave it for a while but it is open to revision.   I am pleased with the message overall.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my poems this week and I wish you all a very happy and prosperous 2017.

Jen xx

I’m back baby! (bit crap at this lately!)

Hi everyone,

My posts are getting more and more irregualr and fo that I apologise.  You may appreciate that there comes a time when things go a bit dry and you produce less work and your interest diminishes slightly.  It can happen for various reasons. You might be simply too busy, too tired or simply a little out of material for the time being.  In my case I’ve been doing a bit of extra work in the run up to Christmas and in my spare time I’ve been quite tired so all I’ve wanted to do is read or slob in front of the telly and binge-watch my favourite shows.   There have been projects on the go and I’ve been working on them bit by bit but productivity has decreased considerably.  This little spell hopefully won’t last very long and with the holidays coming up I might be able to recharge slightly and write some more.

Fortunately today I found some time to finish a couple of projects that have been on slow burner for a while.  One is a poem about our soon to be five year old on the run up to his birthday.   It’s hard to believe he’s turning five and as one of my mum friends said to me a week or so back it feels like a big milestone, – five whole years old.  It really doesn’t seem long ago I was holding him in my arms in the hospital with his confused little face staring back at me!  Last year I published my poem about his birth but this year I decided to write his story in a bit more detail, depicting our awaiting his arrival and a bit about his first months too.  I’ve been writing it in stages over the past few weeks and I wasn’t sure for a while how far I was going to take it.  There came a point though where I could have rambled on about several of his milestones and moments from his life but I could have gone on forever so I had to close things off a bit.   I kind of like the way I brought things to a conclusion.   I desperately didn’t want it to fizzle out or become boring as I’m quite proud of some of the earlier lines and I wanted to keep up the momentum throughout the poem.

So without further ado, I give you:

The Story of Kyle 

This is the story of a boy named Kyle
Who lived inside my tummy for a while
He grew in there until he was ready
We bought  some clothes and a cute little teddy
Although when he wriggled he sometimes gave me cramp
We loved and cherished him and nick-named him Champ
I loved to feel him move around while I was in the bath
He’d do his Jaws impressions and make me laugh
“Kyle” I whispered softly, trying out his name
(By no other label would he be the same)
Then it was time, he would soon arrive
So to the hospital we had to drive
A tree in the foyer marked the season of cheer
And I knew that Christmas would be special this year
When we met our new baby boy
His tiny little face filled our hearts with joy
With tears of happiness we took him home
We couldn’t believe he was our very own
In his tiny sleepsuit he lay all snug
Visitors gathered to give him a hug
And before too long that boy named Kyle
Decided to give us a little smile
When that smile turned to a giggle we were blown away
He grew more personality with each passing day
All too soon he could sit up and crawl
With his desire to move he delighted us all
And then on the day that he turned one
We threw a party for him, it was such fun
And over the years he’s blossomed and grown
More and more wisdom he has shown
The birth of little Sam saw our family grow
And our Kyle makes an awesome big bro’
He’s a treasured member of our camp
And he always will be our little champ

Jen Elvy

I love the final couplet there. It’s so true as we still call him Champ to this day.  He used to protest “I’m not champ, I’m Kyle.” but he doesn’t so much now. Maybe he’s got used to his little nickname.  When I mention the Jaws impressions, by the way I am referring to seeing his little limb moving across the inside of my tummy like a shark’s fin would be seen moving across the surface of the water.  It was so surreal. I loved feeling him moving around in my tummy when I had a bath.   All these memories were five years ago now.  It seems so surreal.  If you have children around the same age you will understand how surreal it is to think that they were once in your tummy.   It just doesn’t seem possible now but there I was, five years ago with my little Kyle bump, waiting to be a mummy and wondering what our little boy would look like.  And when he arrived we fell in love instantly.  We are so very proud of him and hope that he has the most awesome birthday on Friday.  That’s what else is special this year –  his birthday falls on the same day of the week he was born.   – Friday.

So I turn now to our second born, who you know by now is Sam.  From his half birthday (when he turned six months old) to his first birthday I wrote a poem every month about where he was that month – as a little snapshot of Sam each month.  I wrote another one  a couple of weeks after he turned thirteen months.  I decided not to write one for fourteen months as not a great deal was different but now he is fifteen months – almost fifteen and a half months actually.  I started the poem I think just before he turned fifteeen months old and finished it today.   I hope it lives up to my earlier ones.

Sam at Fifteen Months

Now you are fifteen months old
And you’re a joy to have around
You eat everything that is edible
You throw everything that is round

You’ve learned to clap your hands now
And you’re giving walking a try
And when mummy and daddy go off to work
You always wave goodbye 

You still love all things musical
You jig up and down on the spot
You like mummy to sing you to sleep
Before you lie down in your cot

You’re emerging into toddlerhood
You’ll soon be off on your way
Your little family will be here for you
Each and every day

Jen Elvy

First of all I will say that after having written that he throws everything that is round, I will actually update you and say that he actually throws anything, regardless of it’s shape but hey, the word “round” fit with the rhyme and he does throw round things so the line stays!  therwise this is a pretty accurate picture of where Sam is at the moment.  He’s really getting there with walking at last and he’s so animated.  He’s a little darling.  Most of the time!  I am pleased with this poem as I like the rhythm, particularly in the first vese and I like using an alternate line rhyming pattern.  I think, however, that this will be the last milestone poem I write for a while.  For starters, I am running out of ways to close the poems off. There are only so many ways I can say that I love Sam, am proud of him and am always there for him.  Maybe in a few months when he’s changed a significant amount I can do another one but that’s it for now I think.  I’ll be looking for more subjects for my writing over the next year.

Speaking of which, I want to say that I have been really pleased about how my writing has gone and the direction it has taken.  I love writing poems and I’ve been so grateful for all your support and kind words over the last year so thank you!!  I am grateful to have this blog to share my ideas and work and I loved the challenge earlier in the year of writing a different poem every day. Maybe I’ll do a different course in the new year.

I do believe, though, that one reason for my dry spell lately might be that I’m seeking something fresh and new in my work.  I love writing about life as a mother and my lovely family but I may be kind of out of ideas in that respect and craving a new approach or a new subject.  One cure for writers block I mentioned in an earlier blog post was change.  I’m not saying I’ve got complete writer’s block but things have definitely slowed down lately.  Maybe some change is in order for 2017.  Some new subjects maybe?

Here are some more ponderings about where my writing can go next year –

  1. Could I go back to fiction?  I’ve been thinking about this a bit lately. Am I done with fiction writing or could there still be a story in me? I have an imagination that is at times overactive so should I be putting it to some use?
  2. Could I publish a children’s book or even a baby book?  a lot of children’s literature uses rhyme and I feel that this isn’t completely out of reach for me.  A parent of a child in the nursery I work at has published a children’s book and it is a rhyming story.  I was in awe and I thought Could I do this?  It is a definite possibility.  I also read a lot of baby/toddler board books and they are often written in rhyme and I ask myself the same question Could I do it?  I feel I’m not in the right mindset at the moment but I will be looking into this.
  3. Where could I publish my work?  having played around with my poetry this year, isn’t it time to make a bit of money, knowing how well my work has been received at times?  I have sent a couple of things off but I’ll be looking at more possibilities hopefully next year.

All good questions so watch this space.  I will continue with this blog but you may have to be a bit patient with me for a while.


I will try and post before the end of the year but if not, thank you all so much for your support.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Jen xx