03.22.10
part of a letter for “in a sallysense…” book send-outs…
(this is part of a letter that’s goin’ along with complimentary copies of my book in a sallysense… and it’s got some’a the poems’ backgrounds in it)…
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“This letter comes to you from the hand of a new poem-book poet, who not only cares about the well-being of people everywhere, but also simply wants to freely share her verses with others, whether at home or in libraries.
May I say firstly, that my poems weren’t written, nor was this book printed, to make money, and this is not a solicitation for any funds, as you can also find these poems shared freely at my online website http://sallysense.com. (Even royalties from this book, as they occur, are going to charity.) Hopefully, my book will raise awareness, help the disadvantaged, and inspire positive social action.
I am sending complimentary copies of the book to various places, with the hope that the book will be helpful or touch the heart of its readers. Hence with this letter, you’ll find enclosed two complimentary copies of the book in a sallysense… for you and your organization and others too. I hope you will accept these book donations and help them find their rightful place upon your shelves.
This paperback book, in a sallysense…, came about in an interesting way. And later, on another page enclosure, you’ll also find the poem “in a sallysense… note of thanks…” that I wrote for the overseas teacher, stedawa, who happened upon my website, and whose kindness and book knowledge has turned my crude homemade binder-book into a fine paperback book in print.
As for the verses themselves, amid all the different experiences throughout our lifetimes, whether currently or long ago, so many moments pass by partially unnoticed. And so much gets tucked away, only to end up under a latched lid on yesteryear’s treasure trunk stored in some corner crevice of our minds. Among these mementos sit the ones that won’t stay quiet, no matter how recently or far back their storage bin has sat with its hinges closed. And it’s these instances that fill the roots which feed a lot of my writing, through caring about fairness and well-being in human life here and now, while also opening some mindful treasure trunks for those mementos to add their own notations to the present too.
The varied themes in my poems stem from first or second-hand experiences in one way or another, whether in solitude or among similar bonds through others. The book’s generic chapter headings reflect such befitting commonalities, regardless of any further specifics that may follow.
For example, the poem “outside a local venue…” grew from some timeless bonding with a homeless lady I had met, while the poem “that field…” was harvested during an afternoon’s stroll through a farmland’s local countryside.
The time-lapse scenery of mother nature observing her environmental children struggling so hard to survive these days flows through the poem “father’s river…”. And “a soldier’s voice box reports…” is led by service men and women, brave enough to stand up for fair and square when too many calls to duty are based upon falsehoods. A whispered plea from the young and deceased, brings “a soldier’s last breath…” for those who are killed by war.
The poem “a hobo…” describes a simple mealtime shared with me on one of several cross-country treks many years back. And “the peddler…” personifies those wandering travels of someone I’ve known.
Another poem, “step-brother…” , gave recycled paper another job to do… the same summer I fixed my old porch step, rather than buy a new one. The poem “passage writes…” spans enlightenment’s ancestry with royalty.
These examples show just a few of the backgrounds that surround my poems’ foundations.
The book is also home to some of my songs. The poem “signs’a the times…” is a song which keeps a few of mankind’s lined-up consequences in mind, while “heaven on earth…” holds notes of man’s hope in it and was written for an outdoor church service. Several other poems were originally simple songs for a young children’s church choir. The “grandpa…” poem was a ballad for my grandfather that I sang to him at his funeral.
These are just several of the general themes throughout the book. When you open its different chapters, you’ll see many more.
My hope is to simply share my book with others. For it is as its dedication says, “for all human beings on this earthball we call home… these poems are shared with the hope… that somehow or somewhere… they’ll be helpful to folks!…”
Thank you so much for taking a few moments of your busy day to look over my letter and enclosures. I hope you will value the books and will consider carefully their new home(s). I am sending them off like a caring mother watching her grown children make new homes for themselves elsewhere.”
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(this letter is goin’ to schools and libraries… and it almost felt like some kinda high school homework project while writing it… and am so glad for the helpful input!)…
if you know of any schools or libraries for disadvantaged students… that might like complimentary copies of my book in a sallysense… please let me know!… sallysense… 
