Failure Gazing up into the hard moonless night The wind pulls my soul from my lips. To what do I fathom in the ink-velvet sky? No hope do I see from the dawning day. My warrior hath gone to war,…
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Poem – Sometimes I look back
I don’t often write poetry. But sometimes one comes in like a lightning strike. This one came while I was driving home from work. Luckily (?) it was standing still traffic. Sometimes I look back I drown in a whirlpool…
Debbie Shannon – Author
A friend of mine and fellow author is now published, and her books are all available! . They can be found online on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, IndieBound, and iBooks. The ebooks can also be found on BookBub, Kobo and…
Solstice Blessings! – Philip Carr-Gomm
A Poem for the Solstice… The Arrival of the Past You wake wanting the dream you left behind in sleep, water washing through everything, clearing away sediment of years, uncovering the lost an… Source: Solstice Blessings! – Philip Carr-Gomm
The Writer’s Almanac for October 4, 2016 | The Wild Swans at Coole | The Writer’s Almanac with Garrison Keillor
Because I’m fascinated by swans now, after writing a book about them (The Enchanted Swans, pub date March 8, 2017!), here are some swans for your day! The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats Source: The Writer’s…
Balancing Act
I don’t normally write poetry. At least, not since I was a miserable outcast in High School. At the time, I wrote miserable, horrible poetry. I don’t think I’ve improved much, but at least its no longer about my latest…
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet who still lives in the hearts of millions. He was one reason Irish literature became a driving force of the 20th century, and was a Nobel prize winner in Literature. The words…
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Come away, O Human Child…
Come away, O Human child; To the waters and the wild, with a fairy, hand in hand For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. — W. B. Yeats **************** Don’t miss information on Celtic myth and…
The Woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The Woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
