Prncsspetulance

Ahhh... the poem.
What mysteries are disguised between the lines of stunted prose?
Shall it reason with rhyme, or rhyme with reason, or no?

Ahh... the poet.
What mysteries lie in such a heart and mind?
Are there tragedies or comedies in your words to find?

Hello, my darlings! Your friendly and sometimes over rightfully zealous Flame-Evangelist here! It is my pleasure to bring to you today one of the FLAMING poets who have delivered me from the drudgery of "classic literature" and shown me the shining of light found in true enjoyment of such a thing as poetry. I give you the lovely newbie,prncsspetulance.

Bio:

Hello Flamers! I go by many names but you know me as prncsspetulance. My friends call me Izzy, short for Elizabeth. In addition to writing, I have a wide variety of hobbies. I've studied bellydance for about six years, and in the past two years I've taken to performing in various venues whenever opportunity knocks. I volunteer at the local animal shelter, where I work with the cats, and I have two dogs of my own. I'm also a knitter and a juggler (not at the same time).

I found the Flame when it was a featured LJ community. I think that was August or September 2009. I had never participated in an online writing group, or any sort of writing group for that matter. I'm really glad I joined because this community has made me grow as a writer in many ways. Some of my favorite poems to date have arisen from the prompts on the Flame, and I've even taken to writing the odd story.

I've been writing since I was old enough to scratch out words. When I was very young, I wrote a regular newspaper about my cats. I drew pictures and wrote stories about my cats saving people from burning buildings, or committing robberies (some were nicer than others). My mother still has some "vintage issues" in my earliest caveman-like handwriting, with the Y's made like pitchforks (the parents always claimed that was a sign).

The poetry came later, and evolved over the years into a sort of therapy. I have to write. Even when I decide I suck, and stop writing poetry, I can't get through a day without journaling. I also love to read, and have been inspired by many writers; my favorite poets are Stephen Dobyns, Ariel Dorfman, and Adrienne Rich. But my greatest source of inspiration is life itself. As a card-carrying obsessive-compulsive, I tend to analyze things a lot, and poetry is my way of processing and interpreting the world around me.

The Chosen Piece:

Right now I am working on a collection of narrative poetry about my bizarre childhood in rural West Virginia. In a nutshell, it was a bit like a cross between Lord of the Flies with Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. My chosen piece, "The Carp," is one I've never shared before.

The Link:
http://prncsspetulance.livejournal.com/342551.html

 

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