Archive for February, 2011
UPDATE – NEW MOON RISING
My dear readers,
Here is a link announcing my novel, New Moon Rising, soon to be published by Mélange Books.
UPDATE – MARTIAN REBIRTH
Books to Go now will publish my story, Martian Rebirth in the near future.
The story will be available through Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com. It will be published as an eBook for both the Kindle and the Nook.
The story is about a journey to Mars, but as is true with most places you go, DON’T DRINK THE WATER.
Here is the cover for the story.
MARTIAN REBIRTH, PICTURE
PUBLISHED POEM
As promised, I’m going to share more of my published poems with you. These poems were published in very small anthologies from 1973 – 1976.
What follows is my first published poem, published by The Shore Publishing Co. in their anthology, Shore Poetry Anthology, in 1973.
THE WANDERER
Hair matted and long
Face overgrown with mustache and beard
He walks down the city streets alone
A broken man,
He stumbles about in the dead of night
With only a ragged coat to keep out the cold
And cheap wine his only refuge.
Perhaps he once dreamt
A dreamer of dreams
And a victim of fate,
For the greatest and lowliest man are of the same stock
Dreamers all,
The only difference being God’s frown
Or smile.
God smiled on me when I met my wife, Joni.
PUBLISHED POEMS
In 1988, New Worlds Unlimited published two of my poems in their anthology, Mysteries of the Lyric World. They were the last of my poems they would publish for the folded shortly after the anthology was released.
Here is a poem I wrote when Joni was pregnant with my daughter, Lynn, born in the spring.
SPRING’S PROMISE
My breath frosts the winter scene from my eyes
as I peer out the bedroom window.
Trees bend their naked arms
as a cold north wind gives them life.
The lawn, the hue of hay
bristles with the wind.
I look to the future
when my world will once again fill with life.
I look to my wife round with life herself
and the sound of the promise of spring
rings in my ears.
It’s a little ironic that this was the last poem published in this fourteen year series.
I know you writers out there will savor its meaning.
WAITING TOOL
A pencil sits poised
waiting to give life.
As a sculptor creates form
from the essence of marble
So the words await
Needing a sculptor of thought.
That is the end of the poems published by New Worlds Unlimited.
But my readers, there is more to come. I also published, during this period, with various publishers. I will share those with you next.
Thanks to all who read these poems.
Walt Trizna
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