Life Happens
Good evening, Dear Reader, and members of the Tribe,
Okay. I have said it before and I will say it again: Writing is HARD. This is why good writers may have a love/hate relationship with it. I may not have posted on Tuesday, as was my goal, but I am now posting for a second time this week. So, I say small victories are good, too.
I have made a little progress on my outline for Pioneer. I have found that my natural ability to be distracted, combined with the demands of my schedule, is a huge obstacle in meeting my goals. However, I am going to meet those goals. So will You. Recently, I thought of a poem I wrote called "Whispers," and it made me think of all of You out there who want to CREATE. We will all light the way for each other. I'm going to post that poem here and I hope you enjoy it. In the meantime, remember that life happens (as the cliche goes), but we must not let it take control of us to the extent that our creativity is crushed under the weight of days and responsibilities.
Slainte,
L.A.
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Okay. I have said it before and I will say it again: Writing is HARD. This is why good writers may have a love/hate relationship with it. I may not have posted on Tuesday, as was my goal, but I am now posting for a second time this week. So, I say small victories are good, too.
I have made a little progress on my outline for Pioneer. I have found that my natural ability to be distracted, combined with the demands of my schedule, is a huge obstacle in meeting my goals. However, I am going to meet those goals. So will You. Recently, I thought of a poem I wrote called "Whispers," and it made me think of all of You out there who want to CREATE. We will all light the way for each other. I'm going to post that poem here and I hope you enjoy it. In the meantime, remember that life happens (as the cliche goes), but we must not let it take control of us to the extent that our creativity is crushed under the weight of days and responsibilities.
Slainte,
L.A.
WHISPERS
By L.A. Story
I first
Came to
Awareness
Believing
I was blind.
It did not
Take long
For me to
Realize I
had
No handicap.
In truth, I
was
Stranded …
Alone in
Complete
Velvet
Blackness.
I
entertained
Technicolor
images –
Visions
unshared –
Behind my
eyelids
And I spoke
from
My own
moon calf mind
For
countless midnights.
I was alone
… I thought
until
I heard a
whisper in the dark.
I listened
-- hearing the
Whisper and
the mysterious
Rustlings
suggestive of
The presence
of another
In my dark
realm.
A tiny flame
sparked
Into
existence and the
Faint
illumination
Of the
infant glow
Suggested
treasures
surrounded
me
In a space
far more
Vast than I
suspected.
I heard
another whisper …
… And
another … and another.
With each
whisper, Another flame ignited
Until a
language coalesced and the dark was
Bled out by
the flames of visions shared.
The velvet
blackness was a universe
Of teeming
life and the whispers
– and the
whisperers –
Were the light.<end>
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