Stringing words together by the beading poet

The Crystal Tea Cup - Crystal Meyer

Description

A woman consumed by fantasy of love and freedom but reality throws her
back. Until she learns to write – not the greatest, but certainly her best and
most definitely controversial – and her fantasy mixes into reality and makes a
mess. She is a creative writer (making spelling mistakes) and just writing exactly as she likes…

Informations

• Publié par: Digital On Demand
• Date de parution: 01 janvier 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781776280995
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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The Crystal Tea Cup (Pty) Ltd is a Controversial Creative South African Writer, Author Self Published.
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First SELF published in 2017
Published by The Crystal Tea Cup (Pty) Ltd©
Written by The Beading Poet aka The Crystal Tea Cup
Designed and typeset by The Crystal Tea Cup

Written without any prejudice, and for the love of writing!
i had it all worked out in my head.
I
Was
Gonna
Ask
Him
To
Autograph
My
Book.

With a pen; in ink. However , I WAS INVISIBLE TO HIM .
Stringing words together
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

THANK YOU, LORD. For your grace and mercy!

Mommy, I love you much more than you know!

To all who make my life the interesting adventure it is

To me for believing in myself – enough and getting this DONE




Thank you to each and every one of you for your interest to read this boo k.
Stringing words together
FOREWORD

Story telling comes much more easily to me than the formation of poetry that makes a person read between the lines………

To see more than what is there has always been what I aim to do,
So here I am with this poetry book which is controversial, creative and slightly different in that grammar and language use sometimes gets thrown to the wind the way it does here where I live.

My people (what does my people even mean) have always created a much more dramatic way to express ourselves than has EVER been necessary and yes, we do make up our own praatjies,

So people, especially my people – do read between the lines and look for more than I could EVER give because such is life. It is about being more than dramatic and then calming yourself down to just blend in brilliantly whilst someone else takes a turn to decide what it is that just got said. Here.

All I ever wanted to do is be understood, and through my writing, I feel that I am contributing to life that which we cannot birth and then nurture and hold together for presentation. I knoow hey, I am definitely WAY TOO MUCH….
This is the first of what I imagine is one of 69 or more books I write as The Crystal Tea Cup,
…………………………………….it has taken me years and years and years and years to write this ALL UP.


PLEASE DO READ BETWEEN …………………………………..THESE LINES! ENJOY JULLE MENSE, PLEASE DO.
Table of Contents Frontstuff i had it all worked out in my head ACKNOWLEDGEMENT FOREWORD Introduction.. DWARLING CRYSTAL STONES Older women… “Once we were warriors!” “What did you just call me?” she says Now that I am older Life over laps Themes of thoughts The people forget (does this make sense to you) Title cannot be empty Sweet surrender Spirits Shine Spells of it My Patchwork Limit Sensual – dreamy Selling up a concept…wait! The home of my skin Subservient: Confession Oh love. Ooh love. …singing it “Singing songs” So many people to please A melody called life Missing people..finding myself, missing people Thought for days “Sweet Fanny” Memories “Title cannot be empty” “My space advertised!” Belly Dancing …can you hear me.. .dance BEACH Two steps forward Nowhere is a place on earth; we were there! (My Two steps forward…some more ..How the heart can heal with time! TRUST YOUR INSTINCT GO FLOW…………………………………………… The third draft Think: spirit flying free Think more: spirit flying free!!!!!!! Help Me Out. Find the light shining: close your eyes Water dripping! Eyes tearing! I am very sad to say Rushing out………………………………………………………… Drum’ drumm A character’s situation: case study this Volumes of volunteering! The poet’s training room… Silence is a source of great strength FREE WRITING WHILST MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND Is this a movie review? Inside the pen again Life changing Intertwined… …the page turned! Don’t put one person out of your box Snippets of real life as you all are not us two! Holly haar? My family is not invisible.. Ek gaan nou se….. Thank you, baby.. Feelings… Respect other people’s opinions? Let me help you think.. We eating lekker here. Who turned this table upside down here, Bladywill? Recap? Did I give this poem a different title Imagine imagining this.. “Moving a mountain” Early morning fluttering! Conclusion..
Guide Start of Content
…And them, giving just enough of theirs to make her feel like she belongs! You know.


Introduction..

__________________________________________________STEPHANIE, I am STEPHANIE___
This is Stephanie. My story begins when I was still a housewife. I learnt how to write poetry and short journal like notes about my life and did decide that I should change my life completely.

I write the way I like. Some might call this way ‘stream of consciousness’ but who am I to say?

Please do enjoy my written story. It is the best I can do for now. And find a new way of life. Love?


______________________________Life lived________in the past tense; but making future plans?
DWARLING

It twirls and it curls as it moves around in my mind..

In my mouth it becomes the words unspoken and in my subconscious the movement of my femininity..
You are as comforting as the air in the atmosphere that surrounds me.
..the thoughts of movement and change and human-ness

Horse shouts and galloping as the herd gets ready to ride again,
To swirl around in the plains of movement and wisdom and whateva,.
You are she
..the twirl ‘the movement inside of me!


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Wink Wink..Wink
The writing is so small in this book, it is ALMOST invisible sometimes.. sometimes it is

________________Stephanie begins her writing journey! (ENJOY)
CRYSTAL STONES

Crystal stones; pink shades of white
Picked it up and smelt it: clear, nice! On the window sill for good luck, I guess
Mixed with smooth sea rocks, dancing!

A calm(ing) garden’ sharp stones – mixed
A ladder for pot plants – strategic Strategically planned and placed. Nice;
Well, I do love it. It is not my own. Not yet!

A place of healing, a cosy place – pretty
Pretty new, still fresh with lots of mirrors Cosy’ lovely’ filled with plants’ new life.
Well I do love it. It is not my own. Not yet!

Crystal stones, pink shades of white
Picked it up and smelled it: clear’ nice! On the window sill for good luck, I guess
Mixed with smooth sea rocks, dancing!

_________________________________she started to write poetry and disappears into her poems.
Older women…

Not all older women but most of who have experienced life can advise those younger;
Can advise them that,
Love can be met with a struggle!

Not all struggles can be constrained to one relationship
With your children,
With your partner,
And with family and friends;
There seems no need for expression as to who you are and what you are capable of.

Therefore, we have been placed amongst each other;
To do our duties and to live our lives!

But;
It would seem that life poses better challenges in our paths;
For example:
Giving birth and carrying that birthing pain is not the same as pushing your mind..
To the limit….
So that another other injury on your body can be healed.

Older women know this when we are mothers and find courage
…..blah blah blah (boring note with green up down patterns to boot)!
“Once we were warriors!”

…in a system! You know
Asked to be silent! She screams out
You know. In a system..

In a system, you know.
There are the poor.
I can help them.
Capture me helping them.
And don’t forget..
When they thank me
Snap away…

When I look concerned