One of my daughters, when she was around three, used to perform on cue something we ended up calling “The Duck Dance.” She would bend her knees a little, lean forward, pull her hands to her chest, lift her elbows slightly, then wiggle her bum. It made us all laugh. The lightness that laughter and pure joy bring is what comes over me when I find out a work of mine had been given some space somewhere.
March has so far been a good month. After winning the Goodreads.com Poetry Competition with “People Like You,” I received the good news that a number of poems had been featured in the South African website LitNet.co.za. One poem, “Someone’s Head” is on their main page while four others are in the “Poetry Blog” section. After months of waiting I can now say I’ve got a foot in the South African poetry scene. Now I suppose I have to muscle my way through the door somehow. hahahahha. Perhaps doing “The Duck Dance” in front of an unexpecting audience at a local poetry reading will be too daring. I’ll wait until I’ve earned some kind of name for that. 😛
Here is the link to the Goodreads.com Poetry Competition.
Here is the main link for “Someone’s Head” as featured on LitNet’s main webpage.
The LitNet Poetry Blog links:
Cape Town Suburb Sunday Afternoon Remix
My poems from Alien to Any Skin are finding their way in more places. I’m glad for a wider readership. At least in theory. 🙂
Matangmanok 
March 7th, 2012 at 17:18
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March 8th, 2012 at 22:21
Congratulations on your winning poem! It is truly beautiful. The repetition in the last stanza is particularly haunting.
I can totally relate to the “Duck Dance” joy. Congrats again!
March 9th, 2012 at 01:16
Thank you. 🙂 Glad you found this rather unwieldy blog.
March 8th, 2012 at 23:07
I came here through Goodreads, after being introduced to your poem ‘People Like You’ and found myself following the various links.
There is a delicate dance of life which takes place among your words. Sometimes visceral and more often than not tender. I believe every writer at some point, writes themselves into lines of prose. If you want an intimate glimpse of a writer…read them and they’re there woven into words like a tapestry.
You’ve gained a new follower dear friend. (Hugs)Indigo
March 9th, 2012 at 01:15
Hi Indigo.
Thank you for your very kind words. I am glad you like my work. There is nothing a writer wants more than to make a special connection with a reader.
Jim Pascual Agustin