CYNDI MACMILLAN's Blog
Writing a biography irks me. How much to reveal? What tidbits to conceal? The Basics: I’m a 45 year-old, stay-at-home mom of an adorable two year old girl. I’m happily married to a wonderful man who is my living contradiction, the quiet to my loud, the calm to my frantic. Life continually amuses, bemuses and confuses me.
My first poem, which I wrote at five, was entitled, “Lov is Magik” and my father kept the fading, folded paper I scribbled it upon in his wallet for decades. I have tinkered in poetry ever since, but my main passion is fiction. My short stories have been published in the local papers. Occasionally, I dabble with creative non-fiction. I have a several chapters of a book completed which I’m hoping to submit to Avalon Books. Despite years of living in Ontario, I will always consider myself foremost a Montrealer. Now living in Waterloo County, home of Research in Motion, maker of the Blackberry, I am content in our downsized apartment which is close to uptown, but overlooks Laurel Creek. Though considered Canada’s Silicon Valley, the city is surrounded by a picturesque countryside filled with Mennonites. It is not uncommon to see a Mercedes Benz carefully pass a horse drawn wagon. Even our local hardware stores provide parking for buggies. We have many wonderful festivals, two universities, and culture galore. I spent years as an E.C.E. teacher and adore children. Now, that I have one of my own –after 16 heartbreaking years of infertility – my days are filled with finger paints and drinking imaginary tea from tiny pink tea cups. Sleep is a distant memory and writing is my night time balm. My hubby works evening shifts. After my girl is asleep, my imagination runs wild and I write. I am a Jill of all trades. I've worked as a personal care attendant in a home for young people with physical and developmental challenges. Had a short go as a dishwasher in my younger days, oh joy. I've also been an engraver, a store manager, a cashier at the Sally Anne, but my last job was as at an office where I worked on databases (I WISH I was a geek.) As a newer member of Poetry Soup, I am often dazzled by its diversity,the quiet, shy voices, the bellows in the foreground, the cackles in the corners. There is so much talent here! I love the contests run by its members as I enjoy a challenge.
Nice to meet you! Looking forward to growing together, as writers and friends. Hugs, Cyndi
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Most Recent Blog Post
SOUP NEWSLETTER, Nov 16, 2012
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Blog Posted:11/16/2012 8:09:00 PM
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The need for rhyme makes a writer mix in the mind registers and topic fields in an unpredictable way and this enables surprising and imaginative expressions to be developed which will be enhanced if the rhyme also contributes as it should to the sonic structure of the poem. BJ Pendlebury

Megan Stringfellow, pistol-fury at Dracula's
A poem that uses rhyme with sophistication is like a painting that casts a new light on a familiar subject or scene.
I love rhyme when it is done well, when you are so taken by imagery and message that you for a moment forget the echo of sound. GREAT rhyme becomes a mere backdrop that somehow holds you there, the rhythm of the words start to match your heartbeat. There is nothing safe about the rhythm. There is nothing predictable about the rhythm. The rhythm is hypnotic, entrancing. The beat has you.
Sometimes, the beat is slow, comforting, a cool lake on a hot day. Sometimes, the beat is savage, has you gasping as you run from the tiger at your heels.And sometimes, the beat is so clever that you hold your breath, forget the need for air.
Here are two new poets to Soup who are MASTER rhymers. Rhyme deserves respect AND applause when it is done THIS well. Hey, poets, I forgot to breathe!
Heart By Ira Dawson Member since: Nov 2012 She hallowed out her heart again, She tore out all the black. Then scraped the walls with her bare hands, Until she reached the back. She washed off all the rusted screws, And broken veins, and pounding wounds. She tried to make sense of this scene, But honestly, she could not think. She knew she had to start fresh, But in her chest was left a mess. But in her hands was left the flesh, Of memories and secrets kept.
No Road Returns By Florian Beauchamp Member since: Nov 2012
No road returns but turns instead around the words you should have said and leads at last to this damp bed where half-lights flicker in your head and all around the books you’ve read can’t tell you why the white swan bled and tore itself to pieces overhead while you, in doubt, read on instead.
The strangest sights the strangest sounds now reach the earth from underground your place betrayed your hiding found your heart is measured pound for pound.
And all those words you never said must heavy weigh your heart like lead and burdened so in your sick bed must leave the light to join the dead.
From your sponsor... Please, leave your news,
leave your views, leave us a few bars of fresh blues, leave a line of verse that may confuse, leave the pieces that others refuse.
Though I understand life can lay you low, take a break, take a month, take a holiday, take that hurt and peel its decay, take as long as you need, take a look and make it bleed, take a walk with a friend, take an ear and force it to bend, take time for yourself, for family, take heartbreak and set it free, take your loss and let it grieve, oh, but sweet friends think twice before you go, and please do not take your leave.
Love YOUS.
xox
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My Past Blog Posts
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THE IRONY OF MY IGNORANCE--RE: BANGLADESH
Date Posted: 5/19/2013 7:15:00 AM |
HO HEY: WRITE ME A PUB SONG, WINNERS!
Date Posted: 5/14/2013 9:16:00 PM |
A LOVE LETTER TO INDIA... A TRIBUTE, FOUND ON THE CONTEST PAGE, update on pub songs
Date Posted: 5/14/2013 6:47:00 AM |
PRAYERS AND CONCERN FOR BANGLADESH
Date Posted: 5/7/2013 12:34:00 PM |
Daily Haiku: The journal of Contemporary Haiku
Date Posted: 5/7/2013 5:30:00 AM |
DOES ANYONE HAVE NEWS OF OUR LINDA-MARIE?
Date Posted: 5/7/2013 4:51:00 AM |
HAIKU AND PHOTO-- Use as a prompt, share news, whatever
Date Posted: 5/5/2013 4:54:00 PM |
HAIKU AND PICTURE... feel free to use as a prompt, add a haiku, thought, news, whatever! <3
Date Posted: 5/4/2013 11:16:00 AM |
MOMMY BLOG: TACTICAL PARENTING
Date Posted: 5/1/2013 8:35:00 PM |
SOME OF THE PEOPLE ON SOUP. WHO I THINK YOU ARE. TAKE A PEEK!
Date Posted: 4/29/2013 8:14:00 PM |
SYLVIA, A CROWN OF SONNETS, FOR CRAIG & ALL PLATH FANS
Date Posted: 4/26/2013 4:11:00 PM |
Sak Vid Pa Kanpe, ghostwritten... YO RUBEN!
Date Posted: 4/25/2013 12:10:00 AM |
NEXT DARE, FIX SOMEONE'S UNFIXABLE. PROVE IT CAN BE DONE! WHO'S IN? RUBEN, I TAG YOURS... LET ME DO IT!
Date Posted: 4/24/2013 5:43:00 PM |
OH, LORD, I SWORE I'D NEVER SHARE THIS... JUST FOUND IT... CIRCA 1998
Date Posted: 4/24/2013 4:58:00 PM |
OLD SERVING OF CRAP FOR PD AND RUBEN... COME 'N GET IT WHILE IT STINKS TO HIGH HEAVEN
Date Posted: 4/23/2013 3:43:00 PM |
Z IS FOR ZARIA, WINNERS and CONGRATULATIONS!
Date Posted: 4/16/2013 10:30:00 PM |
NEW CONTEST, HO HEY: WRITE ME A PUB SONG
Date Posted: 4/11/2013 8:33:00 PM |
A POEM FOR FRANCINE ROBERTS, FREE VERSE
Date Posted: 4/10/2013 8:32:00 PM |
ONTARIO'S PROVINCIAL FLOWER-- Photo for all, but especially for PD
Date Posted: 4/10/2013 11:22:00 AM |
THE THORNY CROWN, A RONDEAU
Date Posted: 3/28/2013 9:57:00 PM |
SOUPERS, PLEASE READ. AN IDEA I SENT TO TPS. WATCHA THINK? WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THIS, TOO?
Date Posted: 3/27/2013 4:53:00 PM |
LINDA IRMA --- PD---- LOVE AND SYMPATHY CARD, SOUPERS PLEASE SIGN.
Date Posted: 3/26/2013 6:03:00 AM |
101 WAYS TO OUT YOURSELF AS A POET. WHAT MAKES A POET... FOUND HERE.
Date Posted: 3/25/2013 5:02:00 PM |
PALADIN, FREE VERSE
Date Posted: 3/21/2013 9:32:00 PM |
INTRODUCING MY NEW FORM: the I DO NOT CARE
Date Posted: 3/20/2013 8:27:00 PM |
My Poems
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| Date Posted | Poem Title | Form | Categories |
| 5/18/2013 | POETRY | Free verse (vers libre) | poetry, |
| 5/13/2013 | MADE IN BANGLADESH | Ghazal | change,clothes,death, |
| 5/10/2013 | Contemporary haiku | Haiku | children,family,mother,sw |
| 5/7/2013 | LOVE CLAMORS, A DIRGE FOR CIVILITY | Villanelle | care,people,rights, |
| 5/6/2013 | haiku for Catie | Haiku | games,sexy, |
| 5/5/2013 | SUNDAY SOJOURN | Haibun | garden,morning,time, |
| 5/3/2013 | a cluster of men | Haiku | summer, |
| 5/3/2013 | haiku - For Moms | Haiku | life,may,mother, |
| 5/3/2013 | haiku 7 - verbless | Haiku | seasons, |
| 5/2/2013 | FLOWER FAERIES | Quintain (English) | fairy,flower, |
| 4/28/2013 | WOMEN, FOR DEBBIE GUZZI | Free verse (vers libre) | friendship,gender, |
| 4/26/2013 | SYLVIA, FOR CRAIG CORNISH, FOR ALL PLATH FANS | Crown of Sonnets | life,poets,writing, |
| 4/20/2013 | THE POET'S CREED | Free verse (vers libre) | poetry,world,writing, |
| 4/18/2013 | TYPEWRITER | Free verse (vers libre) | lust,writing, |
| 4/17/2013 | IT---FOR A TEACHER AND FRIEND ON HER RETURN | Free verse (vers libre) | poetry,writing, |
| 4/11/2013 | GET ME TO THE PUB | Lyric | funny,life,places,song,me |
| 4/10/2013 | TWELVE DOLLARS, UNLESS PRICED DIFFERENTLY, dedicated to Francine Roberts | Free verse (vers libre) | nostalgia,women, |
| 4/9/2013 | haiku 2013 | Haiku | flower,food, |
| 4/8/2013 | THE ADJECTIVE IMPERATIVE | Couplet | on writing and words,word |
| 4/1/2013 | MY JANE | Sonnet | romantic, |
| 3/31/2013 | haiku for Charles | Haiku | nature,people,time, |
| 3/28/2013 | THE THORNY CROWN | Rondeau | easter,faith, |
| 3/26/2013 | THE FIRST OF APRIL | Haibun | holiday,hope,pain, |
| 3/24/2013 | CRUCIBLE | Villanelle | hate,suicide,teen,heart,h |
| 3/21/2013 | PALADIN | Free verse (vers libre) | people,sympathy, |
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Fav Poems
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| Poem Title | Form | Categories |
| The Sowing | Free verse (vers libre) | devotion |
| Ten Little Toes | Rhyme | daughter,lifeold,old,,gra |
| Woodland Rhapsody | Quatrain | inspirational |
| Contradicting Keats | Sonnet | introspection,life |
| Surrender to Love | Rhyme | loveme, |
| A Totum Pole Ode | Concrete | native american,people, |
| MORE DREAMS TO ROW | Rhyme royal | inspirational,life, |
| FALLEN LEAF | Dizain | nature, |
| When the Tab Comes Due | Free verse (vers libre) | inspirational,introspecti |
| Lighting My Candle From Within | Quintain (English) | caregiving,introspection, |
| The Kirk by the Sea | Couplet | nostalgia,religion,love, |
| Moonlight On The Ward | Choka | health,life, |
| Nocturnal Poetry | Rhyme | imagination,life,poetry, |
| Slumber | Epic | dedication,epic,slam, |
| FROSTY MOONLIT STROLL | Couplet | inspirational,seasons, |
| Our Thanksgiving | Light Poetry | holiday, |
| Tomorrow's Grace | Etheree | peace, |
| A New Star Shines Above Hawaii | Rhyme | dedication,music, |
| UNSPOKEN | Lyric | angst,love,people, |
| Jesus, Our Savior | Shape | religion,life, |
| Monarch of Summer | Verse | animals,devotion,inspirat |
| Untouched | Rhyme | forgiveness,me,me, |
| Midnight Pearls | Than-Bauk | introspection,love, |
| Beaucoup Blooms | Terza Rima | nature,spring,spring, |
| On Heaven's Doorway | Narrative | inspirational,life,care,c |
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