In the Feels: A Poetry Chapbook

Hello all!

This is a special post to let you know my Poetry Chapbook is now available on Amazon. It’s called ‘In the Feels’ and has 20 never before published, original works. These pieces reflect moments of raw emotion. My intent was to capture the power of words. My amazement at the ability to explain with writing deep sorrow or exuberant joy. I hope you connect with them on some level.

It’s available for $2.99 which is greatly appreciated if you can afford it. It helps me keep this blog going and is a big step in the right direction of showing me people enjoy my work so I should keep doing it. ๐Ÿ™‚ ย Every purchase is appreciated so very much!

You can also read it for free if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited which is a monthly subscription for around $10 each month and allows you to read tons of books for free. (Well, not free, because you paid $10, but you don’t pay for the book itself. You check it out and can check out and read lots of books for the $10 each month. I have it and I love it.) Click HERE to check it out.

I will also being running a contest later this month on my Facebook page where you can win a free copy. So make sure you like my Author Eileen Maki Facebook page so you don’t miss out on the contest.

In the Feels Cover

Thank you so much for your support!

Best wishes,

~ Eileen

 

graced

millions of seconds
have passed
your face, your fingers
blessed this place
your breath, your light
too long excused
your scent, your feel
with no trace
remembering
I am graced

 

graced

Tailgate

It came upon me in a rush
The lack of your form in my space
The blinking brakes of your tailgate
Signaling goodbye in morse code
The dust that settled in your wake
A song I never will unhear

 

tailgate

Mythic

A failure of
Mythic proportions
Epic forgiveness
Wrapped in a wrapper
Of cellophane
A heart shaped box
And a pair of lying eyes
That I never could resist

Rent

It’s seagreen, the glasseye

I avoid its crystalline glare

Above is a portrait of mermaids

Amid a green smog

I glance around and wonder

How much the rent is.

Allowed

heaven does not wait for us
the souls who are not souls
she is not allowed her arms
to wrap us in her embrace
the sky so bright can only
be alight with stars of us
to twist and toil, cook and spoil
upon our earthly plane.

allowed

Personal Poetry Challenge: Ski

So I challenged myself to go to Oneword.com and write a short poem in 60 seconds using whatever word popped up. I was stunned for a moment when ‘ski’ was my word. But I think it turned out ok in the end. Here’s my ‘ski’ poem. Let me know what you think.

 

To ski, to fly
Down powdered lanes
Of glistening white

To fly, to race
Letting your weight
And instinct lead

To race, to see
Obstacles racing near
A blur as you pass

To see, to feel
The freedom of your flight
The oneness with the mountain

To feel, to love
The solidarity
One light, one night.

ski

Prank

Was it a joke
The way you loved me
A prank played upon a silly fool
Were your friends waiting to hear
The outcome of my tears
The ending of our years together

Was it pure jest
That you laid upon my feet
Filled with stars and rapture
And glittering promises to keep
To keep

glittering stardust

Blackness

His lips taste like pink lemonade

Tinged with blackness, temptation

His teeth are eggshell inside his lips

He jingles his spare change and smiles

Blueviolet light from neon signs

Flash in his thistle hair

Twinkle, twinkle, the night is silent.

Blue Neon Lights