Letter #8

A warm “hello” to those July eyes 😊

I decided to change-up my writing music from Classical back to my original love—pacific island music. With a few breaks writing this to belt out some lyrics, I hope the vibes spread to where you are! By the way, I am totally rocking my Hawaiian-printed socks! 🌴🌺🌴 (I didn’t realize this emoji 🤙 was “Call me.” I thought it was “Hang loose.” 🤦‍♂️ I am such a dummy bear and I am so sorry for the misunderstanding. 😂🤪🤣)


Okay, I am so excited to tell you this!

The start of Collab July for Jar of Poetry has officially began with “2” people I can’t wait to share with everyone! I am so giddy, it’s ridiculous! Both are “Response” type poems that will be shared on Sunday.

To help add to the anticipation, these writers are gifted in their own right. One happens to be a photographer and poet who’s nature-theme never ceases to amaze me. And the other…well…I don’t want to give too much away. Let’s just say it we stumbled into it by accident. 🤣 

Hopefully, you’re as excited as I am for Sunday to share these great people with you 😁.


Ever since opening the Comments Section to the Saturday Letters (thanks to the recommendation of Lia 😉😁), my heart blushes as much as my face does when I read everyone’s thoughts and responses—it takes a lot for a tan-colored island boy to blush and those who do, do it so effortlessly. I also want to add in that I’m genuinely grateful for the compliments for my ukulele playing—sorry ladies and gents, that’s the extent of my music career.


If I’m being honest, I didn’t expect anyone to join me for a collaboration—seriously. Many of us like and know our style of writing and our choices of genres/topics to write about. After working with these great people, I couldn’t be more happy to have asked for this in the first place and to see what I can learn from them. 

As promised, after the poems are published, it will be followed-up with a post about that specific writer. And let me tell you man, the things you learn from people never fails to amaze me. 

Well, here’s to your July being a great one!

I still have to finish up Saturday’s Private Selection poem for tonight (9:45 PM [EST]). Maybe afterwards, I can sneak in a nap before I start editing it.

Again, if you’d like to join me for a collaboration, just let me know.  I’d love to work with you and get to know more about the writer I follow! 

From my heart to yours,
John

Letter #7

To your eyes this Saturday,

It’s already the last weekend of June! This has been one heck of a month! May this find you…you know the deal 😉.

Before getting into my letter monologue, I’m going to get “bubbly” for a bit.


For my treasured writers, readers, and commenters…

Without you, I don’t think I would’ve kept up with poetry blogging. Whatever reason you write for, whether it’s therapeutically, for entertainment, or sharing personal/intimate things, I want you to know that I cherish those bits of you and keep them close—okay, I hoard them in my Favorite’s List (sue me).

I have tried different ways to express this feeling in these letters. And to me, it’s never enough. What I’m trying to say is I’m nothing without you.

I’m not the writer I’ve dreamt of being.

I’m not the Reader that I am without the Writer in you.

Most of all, I’m not the friend/supporter I ever saw myself  after years of pushing people away who tried to get close to me.

I know that “Thank You’s” are repetitive and can dull over time.

So how about this, I tidied up a place in my heart especially for you. It’s where you belong and it’s where I’ll keep you (you’re all mine *Evil laugh 😈), even when we’re not writing.

Okay, enough of being bubbly.


I was debating whether I should do a Personal Audio Entry but I think these letters greatly make up for it—now that I’ve mentioned it, I need to get back into recording some audio poems (who knows, I’ll even try a Saturday poem too).

Between balancing work and writing, I was planning on keeping the three to four post upload schedule for the weekends. It gives me time to do my “adult” stuff and keep up with reading everyone’s posts. I don’t think it’s bad—I hope it’s not bad 😅. 


I know that June has been emotionally and creatively draining for some—understandable. Yours truly wants to help break that cycle.

Jar of Poetry has done what most blogs have or are doing already:

  • Wrote/Shared/Reblogged

  • Followed/Commented

  • Recorded audio poetry (I’ve been lazy but I did do a few)

  • Organized a Poetry Contest

  • Handed out Poetry Prompts

  • Highlighted/Showcased Writers and their work

What did this site not accomplish yet?! 

I still haven’t done any Collaborations yet—weird, right?! To be honest, I’ve never done a Collaborative Poem. After doing some research and reading at how boring the roles are (the one time I read it all the way through 🙄🤣), I’d like to give it a try—and also make it less boring in the process.

Here’s what I propose.

It would be an honor to work with you to write a poem. It can be a “response” type or “a few lines” to make a whole one—just remember, I suck at literary etiquette. I will do my best to accommodate and incorporate my style to blend with yours. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re new or have been poetry blogging for a while. I think it would be really cool to try something new with another writer.

This is strictly for entertainment and performance but most of all, it’s to accomplish something I haven’t done on this site.

By doing this, here’s what you’re in for:

  • You will decide on the genre, topic, message, and/or style and

  • Whether it’ll be posted on Saturday or Sunday (EST)

I’ll be upfront and tell you I can’t pay you like I did the Poetry Contest.

With that said, I’m still trying to work out how to go about doing this. The only two solutions I came to were:

1) by email or
2) by sending the interested writer(s) a special invite and authorizing a Role for them on JOP so we can work ‘incognito’ before it goes up.

I know that it’s easier to just write it and go from there. But I want to be able to pick their brain and ask, “why that particular style?” or “what’s the overall message that we’re trying to bring out?”—me just being a poetry nerd.

*Very Important Note:

There are very few people I trust on WordPress and only a pinch-full I wouldn’t hesitate giving this opportunity to. The “Special Invite” isn’t open for just anyone.

Once the Collab poem is finished and after it goes up, I would love to add a complimentary post about the experience working with that person. It will range from writing what it was like working with this person; it could be an interview-style type post; or a Top Five List of questions for them to answer. 

I’m still trying to work out the specifics but I would really love to do a Collab Month for July. If you’re interested, let me know in the Comments or send me an email (jarofpoetry@gmail.com).


To help close this letter off, here’s is the audio recording of my ukulele playing skills. It’s short but I think you’ll enjoy it!

From my heart to yours,
John

Finger-picking Cover

Letter #6

For your eyes this Saturday,

You know what?

I missed those eyes of yours. I’m happy to be writing again after taking a week off. In case you need reminding—I missed you too…though I never left.

With Chopin playing and wearing my “Extra Life” gaming socks, I can’t ask for a better day than this.

Let’s see…throughout the week I binged on food documentaries, gamed for 24-hours straight, and auditioned for another voice acting role (after recovering from playing my videogame). It’s my way of rest and relaxation.

Along with my vices, I also had time to do some reflecting.

Like never eat a third helping of anything, the month of June seems to be a time where a few writers take a break from posting and realizing that writing itself can take a toll on a person—whether emotionally or creatively.


You know that I write these letters because I can confide in you. I don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed when I tell you things on a personal level.

Let’s start out with something simple first.

I want to let you know that it means the world to me when you consider yours truly a poet. Now, I know you’ll disagree with me but I’m a poetry enthusiast—the title of “poet” is a little too much for me to handle.

My interests, besides the poetry, are the backstories and personal styles that a writer can exhibit in their work—that and I just suck at analyzing rhythm, metrics, and patterns. Not only does it help me find and strengthen my writing style but it’s also a way of getting to know the person (behind the writer) that truly motivates me to read who I follow.

With that said, as a poetry enthusiast I wanted to try my hand at writing Confessional Poetry. Believe it or not, Stained Sheets is my first “official” attempt at this style…which led me to take a week off.

When I revisited the article that I used as a reference (here’s the article if you’d like to read it yourself), I laughed at my “typical John, not reading things all the way through” moment.

To keep things short and simple, writing a confessional poem should emotionally drain you. According to the article, in case you decide NOT to read it, males can experience anger while women may sometimes experience depression after writing one—to write a confessional poem, “baring your soul” won’t cut it in my opinion.

From the first letter I sent to you, I gave you my backstory. That’s why writing Stained Sheets hurt the way it did. It’s like showing you a broken part of me and then hurting myself in the process—the things we put ourselves through, right?

I can’t be more grateful to you and to those who have read it. It may not look like much but that poem meant a lot to me. Writing Confessional Poetry, honestly, is just a time-bomb that can’t wait to go-off.


Even though I decided not to post, it never stopped me from breaking my promise to you as your Reader. Every once in a while, I like to visit the WordPress Platform as a fan or spectator and read poetic performances from anyone and everyone. It’s my way of showing respect to both the writer and the art while also reminding writers that, I too, can be a fan of their work and will find a way to show my support—if I can relate or admire your work, I will make it my goal to be your #1 fan (that is a promise).

I don’t want to sound repetitive but some of the writers I follow, we’ll call them my treasures, have been experimenting and giving it their all on their posts. Some made me laugh (I had to clean up my phone after spitting out my coffee) while others gave a different view of how they approach a style of writing or putting a creative twist on an ordinary idea. You just never know who or what you’ll come across on this platform!

To think, I share the same admiration for this art with others like you—it’s crazy! I know I found my place in this corner of the literary world with creative misfits I needed this whole time!


I can elaborate more on what’s been going on but I wanted to keep things simple—you know that I love conserving my energy for snacking and napping.

I will be resuming my normally scheduled posts starting today at 9:15 PM (EST) with three ‘personal scribbles’ and probably three light-hearted ones on Sunday at 9:15 AM (EST). I’m only doing three each to get back into the groove of things. Hopefully by July, things will be back to 5 posts both on Saturday and Sunday.

Just this one time because I miss hearing from you, I’ll open the Comments Section to share your thoughts. Before you do, give yourself a big hug for me—it’s my way of asking very nicely to please be gentle in the comments.

Again, thank you for being so patient with me.

Always yours,

John

P.S. The strings for my ukulele arrived and they are stretching out so they’ll stay tuned when I play for you in my next letter! I thought I’d let you know.

I know it’s not Saturday but…

After thinking on this, I decided to take a break from posting. I know this deserves an explanation, which I’ll elaborate on.

Okay…real talk.


I’m going to be stepping away from Jar of Poetry for a bit and this will be my last post on here until then. I can’t give you a time frame as to when I’ll be back but I’ll be back.

The reason should be something predictable like, “I need time for a creative recharge.” Let me stop you there and tell you, “Sorry, it’s not—okay…maybepartially.” 😂🤣


After sharing my Private Selection on Saturday, I laughed at myself for having a good cry over it (yeah, I cried…whatev). It was the first time, in a very long time, that I wrote for myself and enjoyed it as much as the readers—my hat’s off to you if you can notice the differences between those and Sunday’s posts 😉.

What makes this “beyond special” to me is that someone, (you), read something very personal of mine and didn’t turn it away. It felt like someone saw pass the bullshit I’ve been hiding behind.

I’m also not accustomed to its outcome either. I’ve had rejection letters from poetry publishing houses and sites that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was the people I wrote them for that hurt the most. The last time I wrote something from the heart was on a Post It for someone I cared for…only to feel empty when they read it and thanked me for it. After doing this many times in my relationships, all of which can be counted on one hand, you came along and immediately didn’t just brush it off as something romantic or “oh, that’s nice.” Reading it, for as simple of a gesture as it was, felt like someone…saw my soul and wanted to know more about it—the real me.

When you’ve never had that happen before and someone wants to know more, what do you do? I mean, I made it a point to never write my true feelings. That’s why I write using others’ emotions, not mine—maybe I’m just overreacting due to the repercussions of sharing something personal to me.


Like I said, I know that this is sudden but I think you deserve the courtesy of knowing why I’ll be stepping back for a bit. And with everything in life, this too shall pass.

Thank you for understanding. I just think I exposed myself too much that has me acting this way. I’ll be okay, I’m munching on some homemade nachos and getting ready to do a Netflix binge…so I’ll be occupied. Take care.


Always,
John