The Poetry of D. L. Finn

Today, I’m lending my space out to D. L. Finn to promote her new poetry book. You guys make her feel welcome, and D. L. the floor is yours.

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Thank you, Craig, for having me on your blog to celebrate the release of my first poetry book, “Just Her Poetry Seasons of a Soul.”

Finn Facts:

1. I’m always searching for wisdom in the chaos.
2. I have strong Type A tendencies and have spent a lot of time working on my patience.

Blurb:

Take a journey with D.L. Finn as she blends her love of nature with her deepest emotions. Sit with her on the forest floor observing its tranquil beauty, or stroll along the ocean’s shore admiring the vastness of its horizon. Here in these peaceful moments you’ll be able to experience her thoughts and feelings in the light—and in the darkness. This is a thought-provoking collection of poetry that invites the reader into all the seasons of a soul.

Excerpt from BONUS POETRY:

THE OLD WOMAN

The old woman follows the night.

Quietly submerged in amethyst…

As her robes stroke the hard ground.

The stars are her guide.

The changing moon is her light

As her eyes pierce the darkness.

Her feet are safely wrapped in leather

She keeps moving forward.

Her walking stick is strong and sturdy

She follows the untouched path

Through the hushed frozen forest

She maneuvers the terrain.

She might trip or fall over the obstacles

But that doesn’t stop her

She always gets back up

Because her destination awaits.

She knows the bearded old man

Is making the same journey

In another time…

In another place.

In that moment when they meet

They will both be home.

But, the old woman’s journey

Has only just begun.

So, without stopping or resting

She keeps walking…

Bravely into the darkness

Toward the promised bliss.

Amazon Purchase Link

D.L. Finn is an independent California local who encourages everyone to embrace their inner child. She was born and raised in the foggy Bay Area, but in 1990 relocated with her husband, kids, dogs, and cats to the Sierra foothills in Nevada City, CA. She immersed herself in reading all types of books, but especially loved romance, horror, and fantasy. She always treasured creating her own reality on paper. Finally, being surrounded by towering pines, oaks, and cedars, her creativity was nurtured until it bloomed. Her creations vary from children’s books, young adult fantasy, and adult paranormal romance to an autobiography with poetry. She continues on her adventures with an open invitation for her readers to join her.

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Time to start other projects

My critique group meets Friday afternoon. There are five of us, so I have four submissions to go over. Maybe I can do one every evening.

If I plan it right, I can still do some more editing before the weekend. I’m a little nervous this go round. One of the fellows submitted some poetry this time.

I’m not a poet, and just don’t get most of it. (Did that rhyme?) He’d be better off asking almost anyone else. The last time I read any poetry I understood, it involved Sam McGee in ’73. (That’s 1873) Okay there was a brief flirtation with girls from Nantucket. Oh, and a short bastardization of The Raven for a blog post about the raven named Doubt.

The point is that I’m out of my element here.

I’m torn between just admitting it, and giving my best effort. I’ll probably do a bit of both, but I need to confess up front for fear of doing any damage. He’s going to give me his best effort, so I owe him something.

I’m fairly certain I’ll work up all the other submissions first, ’cause that’s how I roll. That way I can dedicate more time to whining about it. No sense spoiling a good funk by doing it first.

What about you guys? Do you ever go outside your strong zone with beta reads or critiques? Are any of you romance writers who critique war stories? Science fiction buffs that get asked to critique erotica? What do you do about it?