She saw his silhouette through the window. It had been an age and a half, maybe two, since they'd seen each other and yet she knew him the instant she saw his profile. He was exactly as he had always been, exactly as she remembered. Even if it had been a lifetime, she still would … Continue reading Silhouette
The Final Hunt ~ Part 12 (Finish the Story)
I was nominated by Kim from I Tripped Over a Stone to write the next blurb of "The Final Hunt" having inherited the story bit by bit from other writers leading back to the original story beginning from Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith. Normally I don't consider myself to be one who excels at creative writing, … Continue reading The Final Hunt ~ Part 12 (Finish the Story)
“If” ~ Rudyard Kipling: Classics
If... If you can go through this and say, "Yes! I can!" to every virtue described... If... If By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting … Continue reading “If” ~ Rudyard Kipling: Classics
Recall Issued: The Blue Pill
I realize I have been absent of late and my excuse has been that I've had difficulty finding words, something I intend to remedy this year beginning today. I am still a full time patient recovering from a great many medical obstacles and it isn't always easy to find the energy to write. That isn't … Continue reading Recall Issued: The Blue Pill
Alluded Moon
Moonlight alluded To starlit dreams and hopes for A breezy March with yellow Daffodil nods approving Snapdragon hands held fast with Thistle in heather
Throwing Pebbles
I throw pebbles at your windows When too silent you have been And you marvel at the things I know Despite what I have not seen . You throw pebbles at my windows And I wonder how you know Exactly what I need to hear To make my soul's shine glow
Creative Constipation
The words! -they are eluding me Traveling to places I can't see It's maddening to know they're near Singing songs I cannot hear The delicate flavors go to waste With gourmet things I cannot taste My body senses -oh! so much And yet their words I cannot touch While wafting on the breeze I smell … Continue reading Creative Constipation
Overwatch
One sits afar off Quietly watching Gathering intelligence Listening to the chatter Often saying little at all Except where perspective And wisdom are needed Then lending quick responses That verify and validate The path that's already known
A Memory ~ Gratitude
We have all had times in our lives where we have felt completely trampled by life. Oftentimes we find it difficult to not judge ourselves in these difficulties; I am the worst offender alive. Yet, despite this tendency to judge myself for every misstep, real or imagined, that has landed me into whatever the trouble … Continue reading A Memory ~ Gratitude
Golden Gaslight
Warm golden gaslight Beckons in the frigid night Tendrils of yellow heat are Fingers reaching to my heart Welcoming me home . Senru
