Sandi J Holland
Biography of Sandi J Holland
I have a clerical background and have been writing non-fiction and poetry for 25+ years. I am a self-taught writer whose work has been published in:
Midwest Poetry Review
SA-DE Books Anthology
Poetry is my favorite type of writing. I also write articles, essays, reports, handmades products descriptions, business marketing collateral, and other.
Though I've had work published, I am a self and small-press publisher, preferring not to peddle my work for publication by others. I am working on publishing my first book through Amazon CreateSpace. It is a book of Haiku, the first in a series with a nature theme.
I was born and raised in the southern U.S.A. I have one grown son, and I assist my 74-year-old mother. I am also a part-time student at a state college, in a business management program.
Sandi J Holland Poems
The day is as romantic as the night. With multicolored birds taking flight. Kiss me in the brightness, in the light. The day is as romantic as the night.
Many things can take away The hope we have on earth. The losing of a job, a home, Disease, sickness, worse.
The brook is babbling, 'Let it go. Let it go now.' Water under bridge.
Your laughter blew into my life With swift surprise. It spun happily around me, Whirling with dizzy speed.
A Touch Of Fall
I saw a touch of fall today. It was the morning when I walked. The coming season to me talked.
Oh, How I Love You
We search each other's eyes For depth of thought. We find feelings, real feelings Of deep, warm love,
Birds Of Joy And Hope
The only time that I have peace, Is out in nature, trees and things. I sit in the morning and look about, And wait for the early birds to come out.
Oh, let us savor this beginning So sublime, And rush not As excitement weighs heavily
It's funny how morning people Will drink it From any grungy, dingy pot, That's only been rinsed
I Have Not Changed
I have not changed since we were young. We used to run, and laugh at life, And all was fun. Now I'm busy in a tizzy,
A Sobering Thought
You really want to touch, you say. Nay, don't take my breath away. For breath is life, and must be breathe, To sober think, and warnings heed.
I smelled that smell yesterday. That smell of love. That musky, dusky smell Of rain-soaked leaves,
If you question my life today, Ask me before I die. Don't wait 'til flowers are on my grave. Don't wait 'til you say goodbye.
Through the screen, and silent as a cat, A puff of breeze nudges at my back, As if to say, 'I want a whiff of that.' Hovering near the Sunday evening fare,
Oh, bleeding heart!
Oh blood so red and deep.
Why, oh why
Can't I keep this distress
My heart is broken and torn.
In spirit I long for,
And reach for joy.
Oh! Bleeding heart!
Your vise is evermore.
I can but only crawl.