Writer's Ezine is a great place for budding and established writers. It not only offers a platform for budding writers but also offers challenges the skills of its regular contributors.
The online magazine which disappeared a few months back has now arrived in its new avataar as a quarterly. As is the practice, a prompt - an image - was introduced to invite responses and then published if deemed worthy of merit.
The image was:
My response to it was in the form of a poem. The poem was Goodbye My Love, which talks about the mother hugging the child one last time before seeing her off to a better future without her.
Few days back I got a line saying they were happy to publish it and soon enough, the online edition went live. Here is the link:
http://www.writersezine.com/2016/06/goodbye-my-love.html
I also got some interesting responses. Family were quite appreciative as usual but one of my friends texted me saying she couldn't fathom why I had such a heavy and a dark vision. She began worrying about my state of mind and was relieved to hear it was actually a response to a prompt and not the output of any dark, repressed secret!
Nonetheless, a writer thrives on appreciation and publication of this poem has reiterated that I have scope and that my writing has an audience.
That is enough for me to soldier on till the next milestone.
Thanks Arti, of WE again!
The online magazine which disappeared a few months back has now arrived in its new avataar as a quarterly. As is the practice, a prompt - an image - was introduced to invite responses and then published if deemed worthy of merit.
The image was:
My response to it was in the form of a poem. The poem was Goodbye My Love, which talks about the mother hugging the child one last time before seeing her off to a better future without her.
Few days back I got a line saying they were happy to publish it and soon enough, the online edition went live. Here is the link:
http://www.writersezine.com/2016/06/goodbye-my-love.html
I also got some interesting responses. Family were quite appreciative as usual but one of my friends texted me saying she couldn't fathom why I had such a heavy and a dark vision. She began worrying about my state of mind and was relieved to hear it was actually a response to a prompt and not the output of any dark, repressed secret!
Nonetheless, a writer thrives on appreciation and publication of this poem has reiterated that I have scope and that my writing has an audience.
That is enough for me to soldier on till the next milestone.
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