Scribblings of a Scattered Mind: The Second Wave
Scribblings of a Scattered Mind: The Second Wave is a poetry collection about life. Where there is life, there is pain, heartache, struggle, and loss; but there is also laughter, hope, courage, and love.
Life is like a rollercoaster with its highs and lows, fears, and exhilarations; but throughout the ride, the reward for the heart is in giving to others. Some may take advantage of us; this is where we draw on the depths of our souls to remain kind. Some will surprise us with their generosity; this is what feeds our heart and allow us to pay that generosity forward.
Author Dianne Traynor lives in Melbourne, Australia, where there was one of the longest and strictest COVID-19 lockdowns anywhere in the world. It was during the second wave that this collection came to be.
Isolation brings forth many emotions, memories, and reflections. It also brings forth hopes and dreams. For Dianne, it took her home to writing and the blessing of expression.
Scribblings of a Scattered Mind: Poetry set to Photography Creates the Perfect Mood
With a thirsty desire to draw someone into her words, stepping them over the page and guiding them lovingly through new doorways into her world, Dianne Traynor combines passionate poetry with the stunning photography of talented artists from around the globe to produce words that will inspire and resonate. Describing herself as a gypsy of cities and love until finding her true “home” in writing, Dianne takes readers meandering through the garden in her mind. This wonderful collection of imagery and heartfelt expression will sit proudly on your coffee table, by your bedside, or be with you daily to bring dormant feelings surfacing. She explains her passion with colour: “Words are my home, poetry is my garden … where my heart plants, my soul nurtures, photography fertilizes, and my mind watches it grow … until my pen plucks flowers for your table.” Dianne decided it was time to publish her poetry when “I would see a photograph and the words would appear; a flower and a thought about life; a breeze would hold a poem and words would come to visit me in the middle of the night. I had an unstoppable need to release the words, a love of expression and a growing desire to write more and more. Then one of my poems reached a girl who had been abused as a child and she wrote me, thanking me as she finally felt she was not alone, someone understood, and she had wept for she had been granted freedom from the pain. And I knew.”