Did the strings break Or the melody die out Were they so complex The words and the sounds? Composing emotions Did you fall into the trap Of raking up memories Kept under a wrap? Now here’s a whimper There a mad laughter Grief from the past Rises in dark spectre!
Today, I started reading my first book in the Reedsy Discovery book review community. Reedsy is a British startup online author services firm promoting collaboration between authors and publishing freelancers in the self-publishing industry. Discovery, puts a spotlight on the best works of the Independent (indie) publishing world — great books that are often overshadowed by big bestsellers.
As a reviewer, I have full access to the Reedsy Discovery library of advanced review copies (ARCs) and other member perks. Hundreds of authors have submitted their books for discovery. I have access to the submissions pool and can read and review books before they launch.
I hope to guide the writing and reading community by spotting new trends and deciding which books Discovery recommends for its 200k readers. Not all writers get big publishing contracts, not all big house publications are great. A lot of talent lies in Indie publishing. I am privileged to help these writers in my own small way; I am proud to support independent publishing.
The Editorial Manager of this platform contacted me after reading my blog. My blog, in its previous avatar, and now with a new URL, has always brought me fantastic writing and reading opportunities. I am glad to read and review more books. I hope can identify some good work. As the Reedsy Discovery site for reviewers says: The best books go undiscovered, be part of the movement that shines a light on them.
I can write reviews as often as I like and they will appear in the Discovery newsletters to readers. I will also share book reviews on this blog. The first book I started reading today is an engaging story about magic in the life of a Creole girl. I am sure this will be an exciting journey.
Gulmohar trees swaying In the summer heat Tawny branches bursting With fiery flowers, Crimson petals carpeting The gray gravel road Gleefully picked up For sword fights With tender stamens; The tiny tip breaking free In innocent games Losers none, all winners be! Green sepals become Fake nails in child’s play It is all beautiful, speckled Like colors of tomorrow! A burst of tanginess Tingling the soul, Children head home Chewing sepals, petals; Just a flower, so much to give Until it melts – orange, blue All comes to rest, in dusky hue!
Take me to apple orchards, For walks in lavender fields Show me colors so idyllic Make me forget darkness On the road and in my destiny! Adorn me with terracotta jewels Trinkets of clay, as sublime, fragile As my soul that will discard All that seems so precious today!
Let me now observe Ongoings of our world Has it gone insane Or sloshed with disdain? How has it replaced All the love with hate! When friends are foes For opinions they spoke Do we bury the voices Or risk being trolled? When men are up in arms Do we cower or take a chance, To make amends, to call out The lies and cover ups The slyness and mess ups!