Circadian Poems

A place to celebrate poetry, poets, and the creative spirit.

Thursday, January 11, 2007


Circadian Poems has moved, links and all. The poem for Friday, January 12, 2007, and all subsequent material is now here:

Come with us to our new abode!

News and Spam Hell

Not much to report just yet in the New Year.

If you've submitted and not heard back -- my apologies. I'm getting 1200 pieces of Spam per day into the account -- and that's what's getting through the Spam filter, which is set as high as it can go. I'm not even looking at what's in the Spam folder.

I'm working my way through everything else as best I can.

Please make sure you put "submission" into your poems or essays.

Please make sure you include a bio with every submission -- and contact information, so I can email you back.

I'm thinking of moving this site over to Word Press -- I've moved several other sites over in the past few weeks. I have to investigate a bit more and see if we can move the arachives as well.

Thanks for your patience, and may you have a poetic New Year!

Wednesday, January 10, 2007


By Violetta Ashe


A movement
In the


Passing the
In the darkened

A flash of

A friend
I hope
No foe
To fear

Who is in
The mirror
And why reveal
To me?

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

What It Feels Like to Write A Poem

What It Feels Like to Write a Poem
By Brenda Braene

When I’m asked what it feels like to write a poem, I always pause and think. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I’m not quite sure how to articulate it to someone who hasn’t experienced it.

For writing a poem is more experiential for me than it is intellectual. Anything can spark it – an image, a word, a sensation, an emotion, a scrap of conversation. The spark turns into a series of images, tied to feelings. Then words start to form, like clouds before a rain storm. And I have to pick out the words to best express the images and the emotions.

I want my reader to see and feel what I see and feel. A poem, to me, is a moment of intimacy in experience. It’s frightening to be so open, and, at the same time, it’s wonderful.

But finding the right words with the right shade of meaning is a challenge. It takes draft after draft, talking the poem as well as writing it. It means putting it away and trying to approach it days later, with fresh eyes.

A good poem will make me see the world differently, somehow, to present a new experience to me. Hopefully it’s an experience with which I can either connect or understand. And it’s something I can revisit, year after year, both to re-experience the familiar and to learn something new.

Brenda Braene is a frequent contributor to Circadian Poems. Her blog is Poet Meets Muse, and she shares a website with her sisters, The Three Braenes.

New Year

New Year
By Bliss Monaghan

A new year
A clean slate
An unsullied cloth
A fresh page
On which to write
The latest installment
Of the novel of my life.

Bliss Monaghan lives each day as it comes. And the days are better when they are filled with poetry.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Lone Traveler

by Rachelle Arlin Credo

There's a sudden strange silence
Amid the busy whirl around me
Disclosing the scars of my innocence
From a dreadful yesterday

Shadows paint the spectacle
Of a vision that used to be enchanting
Catching me half a miracle
While a song consumes my thinking

Gradually I drifted into another reality
Like a wind from nowhere blown
Lost in a paradise of adversity
Only to find destiny on my own


Rachelle Arlin Credo is a writer/poet from the
Philippines. She writes on a variety of topics for
print and online publications. Feel free to check her
website at

Note: My apologies to Rachelle Arlin Credo. This poem should have been published on December 11, but with blogger/beta problems, this is the earliest I could get it up on the site.

I hope everyone has a lovely holiday season.

Circadian Poems will return on January 8, 2007.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving!

Circadian Poems will return on November 27.

We wish everyone a happy, joyful, and safe Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


by Rachelle Arlin Credo

As a tear ran down my cheek
I wondered innocently to myself
What the possible reason could be
Why you left me alone and dreary

I wondered just what you saw
That propelled you to go
Or perhaps just what I said
That pushed you to leave

I wanted to know the reason why
You had to say goodbye
Question after question filled my mind
Hoping answers I would find

You told me you loved me
And that you'd always be there for me
Now I wonder why you lied
The truth, why you tried to hide

As I lay in my bed at night
I still wonder with all my might
Still asking the same query over and over again
Why you had to leave me in excruciating pain


Rachelle Arlin Credo
is a writer/poet from the
Philippines. She writes on a variety of topics for
print and online publications. Feel free to check her
website at

Monday, November 13, 2006


by Rachelle Arlin Credo

Maybe I'm screwed up
Or maybe just a bit confused
About what's going on inside me
That I can't seem to muse

Maybe I'm surprised
Or maybe just not used to
But I know this eerie feeling
Has got something to do with you

I can't seem to forget you
No matter what I do
And the more I attempt to
My heart keeps coming back to you

Sometimes the feeling just hurts so bad
That all I can do is sit and sigh
And at times when the pain just seems so much
I can't stop myself from starting to cry

I know I can't possibly do anything
To bring back our past
But still I wish that someday
We'll be one in heart at last

Now, I have to forget you
I have to say goodbye
I know I must move on
And leave the past behind

But though we part our ways
Though we should say goodbye
I will and still love you the same
Because my heart just cannot lie


Rachelle Arlin Credo
is a writer/poet from the
Philippines. She writes on a variety of topics for
print and online publications. Feel free to check her
website at