Poetry Month | Quiz and Spotlight with Grammarly

As you have probably heard a billion times already, April is National Poetry Month.

In an unplanned (but totally awesome) coincidence, I released my first published poem, “A Life For Sale” a few weeks ago. So let’s celebrate poetry with a fun game.

Nikolas Baron over at Grammarly.com invited me to participate in a blog hop of sorts. Ish. Not really, but it’s still fun. In honor of Poetry Month and my new poetry release, you can enjoy the Grammarly #PoetryMonth Quiz below. But first, a bit about my new release:


Poem Description:A Life for Sale Cover

“A Life For Sale” is a dark and moving poem about a woman with a final, mournful wish for the living, told through the guise of an estate sale.

From the author: 

“This piece came to me out of nowhere while I was in the middle of preparing for a cross-country move. I sat down with a powerful sense of sorrow I couldn’t shake, and a poem (of all things!) formed on the pages.

Between you and me, it’s the only poem I’ve written and actually liked (and I’ve written quite a few that will never see the light of day). It’s a fun side-project. Poems aren’t something I will release very often, or maybe ever again, but I hope you connect with this glimpse into another side of my writing. Enjoy.”


2 Comments on “Poetry Month | Quiz and Spotlight with Grammarly”

  1. Like Poe, you aren’t afraid to entertain a darker side. You may consider yourself more thoughtful and reflective than those around you, which makes you a good match with this pensive American Romanticist. Together you could enjoy exploring the mysteries of human nature through discussion or thoughtfully written correspondence. Now, go make yourself a toasted sandwich, put on some ambient music, and check out this provocative poem by your bestie.

    “Alone”
    From childhood’s hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring.
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow; I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone;
    And all I loved, I loved alone.
    Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life- was drawn
    From every depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still:
    From the torrent, or the fountain,
    From the red cliff of the mountain,
    From the sun that round me rolled
    In its autumn tint of gold,
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it passed me flying by,
    From the thunder and the storm,
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view.

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