Readers and You

(a) Audience in you

To begin with, your art is nothing if it is not read; at this time know your target audience. Know your audience and their needs for you have that responsibility. How do you do that? Perhaps by finding more from them. Make a wonderful research on their needs and put them in age segments- thus target audience. Bring them their humour and later enjoy their smiles.

(b) The Journey
The journey has been too long. Now it’s almost complete because you have got knowledge. You have learnt fully. Practically you have begun writing and even finished some. The poems of greater supreme power!

Now think about your break through.. Let them see you and hear your best songs. The rhythmic lines coating them in special pictures.

So, how to get yourself into self sales in poetry? Hopefully if you can consult prominent writers and gatther with them. See and understand how they do with this art you have. In this, your purpose is to gain exprience and knowledge. For instance, here in Malawi we have Malawi Writers Union (MAWU) which offers such critical lessions.
Sell yourself through the media e.g. Radio. Newspapers and magazines. Write your poetry books and make big sales in them. Eat your art. Your art in finance and you! Though there is a myth that poetry never sales just because it is hard to understand its laguage.
Have this poem down here and understand the message.

FORCING THE WINDOW TO FLOW
At the window, rain drives
Drizzles and drizzles glow and go
Pushing and loosing the window to and fro
And some-one asked, who is at the window?
Pushing and pushing the window and dash?

In the dark of the night free and roll
Going for the next fresh candle of the day
At the window a hand goes and more, who is at the window?
She cried and roared the mall
And forced the window and banged and go.

Poetry is an art to remember in everything. We just writer what comes in your mind, and later you come and polish it to look beautiful, just like rather shoes in black or brown sparkling polish. Here is the other example.

GRANDPA’S LEGACY
Behind life is so amazing, so cool
Way back grandpa breathed in graves
He took a river more to mount success
But one horn spoke to the west and rang in mutiny
The brain brave wave stormed, he reborn

Traveled on foot lots of miles by him
And remained a total new seed, so bad!
The migrated labour touched he the page
Zambia, why Zambia did that to him?

But by the river flow, he vowed never step back hills
And reface that coastal verge, the east land
But his pa, this friend of herbs he did the love
And went to motherland a thousands times
And married to Sophie Gondwe, the proposed bird

He was a tower, black of that coal in her skin
But fair was his heart in her to remember
He got that animal with her and filled him
That was his brawny, ahead were more hearts will

A polygamist with such shooting seeds’ houses
He could, from hearts dance he went in
The igneous rock of Zambian aborted styles
And chief of mines, copper belt legend police

Chief of graveyards, and paid well to his wifes
Master field mashier of beer In Lusaka city
Beer in desperations after hard work
He saw a black eye in his green forgotten end
And wrote his song of pity peace if in deepen

‘Come to me, come to me
Come to me you an orphan’
His rays of song lines to sing on

The better way in life was beer’s trials football
And washed his beheaded green age of miseries

My polygramist laid down foundation stones
He begun with nyagondwe, the first life
Next Nyauhango the assistance to the queen
Then Nyaukandawire the enforceable butterfly
And ends he perched at a blossom,
Nyamwayi lovable tour de force

He was true nonsense warrior but lover of love
And really a friend of deepest songs
That reminds me of his bravely long forsaken

He later plucked the leaf off to motherland of solo
He locked in his wonderful song with his final bird
She was certain, his paint for good real
After his first, second, third dance broken pottery

I treasure his life and take to heals of my skull bone
I lived in his grandson bag, the second born child
From his third born daughter, Emily I smiled
And from first couple of him,
Unforgettable motherhood queen

The great poems for the great people. This second one is a mare history of my grand father, however look at the lines smeared in symbols. Thus how we target audience, though it is not simple. Poetry is deep hence be deep with your marketing criterias to help achieve your goals. This art of writing needs an honour. Thanks for your commitment to reading and publishing yourself both on social media and possibly in news papers and radios. What this page is trying to emphasize is self publishing and self marketing in poetry.

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