Caffeine-Induced Epiphanies
As caffeine-induced epiphanies
Spew forth from this fuzzied core,
I am grateful for that one-less-drink
I did not partake the night before.
Fleeting Bliss
The rain upon the desert falls
Drenching it’s sweet moisture
Upon the cacti, tall arms lifted up
Embracing the not-so-gentle drops
As in the distance lightning stabs the
Dark sky while thunder, like a rude
House guest, disrupts this fleeting bliss.
The Muse, the Knife and the Football
I love to write
When words slide smoothly
As butter from a hot knife,
I love to write when
Ideas flow as quickly
As a brook in spring thaw,
I love to write
When my muse whispers words
So clear that my fingers can’t keep up,
I love to write
During the quiet hours when no
One interrupts my thoughts,
But not today
The stories dance around my head
Visually, I can see the characters and
The narrative, even the dialogue,
But somehow from point A to point B
Something is lost, And
Writing today is like a dull knife
Cutting a football.
I am Free!
I am Free!
Joy, happiest joy,
This writer writes, this poet sings
With words, emotional and strong
Gushing forth like a river on a sun dried land.
Sweet vulnerability, intoxicating happiness,
Though once imprisoned,
I have been set free!
My expressions once so bruised, so pained
Now minus scar and matured with age.
Joy, overwhelming joy,
How wonderful to find
My gift intact,
My words, once hidden now exposed.
Bliss, enraptured bliss, elation,
As I experience sensations missing for so long.
Dreams long withheld finding wings again.
A smile curls my lips as I embrace my soul.
Oh sweet ado, my words are lost no more!
I have traveled many years to be in this time, this place
Where freedom lifts my soul
And I am once again, made whole.
Poetry – An Ode to a Legend, A Life Well Lived
Another legend has gone away
Too soon, too fast for us to notice
His pain before that moment
When he chose his life to end
Leaving us to mourn with endless
Sorrow his radiance,
His brilliance,
And now he’s gone, but not
Forgotten. His gifts to us
Remain and his talent will
Forevermore be remembered,
For that is all we could ever wish,
The creative among us,
That our words, our thoughts,
Our minds consumed with
Music or verse or endless chatter,
We compose and recite and write or
Act, with the hope of leaving
A lasting impression,
But to die before our natural time
Causes those left behind to wonder
With sadness and confusion
What might have been done
To help a man so loved,
So esteemed,
So extraordinary,
From leaving us far too soon,
And so I sit here with my shadows
and thoughts remembering a man
Who once brought me laughter
And sunshine and smiles and made
This often too-dark world a happier place
And I think, Yes, that is his lasting
Impression, his legacy,
For though he left us too soon,
His truly was a life well lived, and
So to you, Mr. Williams, I say, thank you,
For teaching us expressions like, “Carpe Diem,”
A Lifetime Is A Long Time To Grieve
My therapist asked me why I hold onto the past. I couldn’t give her an answer.
Now I can…
A Lifetime is a Long Time to Grieve
I was asked why I hold onto the past
No, it is not fear that makes me cling
It is pain. It is sadness. It is grief and a deep
Desire to always hold onto you, your memory
I fear to let go of the past is to let go of you
And I never want to let go of you.
I still miss you, every day, I miss your gentle, loving
Ways, I miss your kindness and security, I miss the way
I always knew I was loved when I was with you,
I miss you! And I never want to lose you, your voice,
Your memory. I have been sad since the day you left me…
Some grief is so deep, so real, can one ever let go?
Oh, I wish you were here, and I wish you hadn’t gone
So soon, too soon!
I know you never wanted this for me and if you were here
Now, you’d say, “Ingrid, I know you miss me, but I want you
To be happy. I want you to live. You have a good life and I am
Proud of the woman you’ve become. Let go of the past, heal,
And move on. I am still with you. I have never left you, but you
Need to let go of what was and embrace what is.
You will never forget me, Child, and I will always be here in your heart,
Loving you, caring for you, waiting for you, but not before you live
The life you were intended to live.
Be whole, Child, be true to yourself. I have no greater joy than
For you to be who you truly are.”
Let go of the past and live.
Copyright 2019
Shirley Burly by Scott Pixello
Author Scott Pixello
One of the joys of writing is the constant opportunity to play with words, Scott Pixello uses this fascination to entertain himself…and us…
Shirley Burly and other Stories
For those who enjoy history and a clever play on words, Scott Pixello‘s Shirley Burly and other books looks quite entertaining…
Meet Shirley Burly:
Thirteen, half-Turkish, a little overweight and obsessed with Sherlock Holmes. Oh yes, and she’s just been told she’s ‘on the spectrum.’ Together with sidekicks Monty, Napoleon and Jasper, she starts a crime-fighting blog, aimed at her obsessive online fans, called ‘Dear Stalker…’ She’s a different kind of detective with a different skill set. She’s about to surprise lots of people, including herself. And still be home in time for tea.
– Copyright, Scott Pixello
You, Me, and a Spider-Cat
It’s not polished, but it’s a fun impromptu poem I wrote this morning for an upcoming event…
Those who read my stories will know what a Spider-Cat is. 🙂
You, Me, and a Spider-Cat
My dear, wonderful readers,
I’ve written my stories with my ideals
Refusing to yield to market feel-ers
Added the nuances in my mind,
Twists and turns and unexpected hills
All things a money-hungry Publisher
Would derail, shortchange, and kill,
For this writer to write her best
It MUST be on my terms, unfurling
My wings, pushing myself to the
Literary edge, Going where
You, me and a Spider-Cat want to go!
Copyright Ingrid Foster
Happy Valentines’ Day – Childhood Wishes…
Childhood Wishes turn into Grownup Kisses
“…and it all began with a key.”
Wishing, Everyone, a wonderful Valentines’ Day!
from Albion’s sweethearts Esme and Stone
…and may all your love stories come true!
“Be My Valentine!” Happy Valentines’ Day from our grownup sweethearts Esme and Stone – #Childhood #Wishes turn into #Grownup #Kisses – “And it all began with a Key” https://amzn.to/2DcoOzM
Feedback from Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards
Re: MY FATHER’S MAGIC
I am so pleased to announce that even though I didn’t win the Award for Genre Fiction, the commentary from the Judge is nothing short of thrilling. These long years of hard work, teaching myself to write creatively rather than technically has proven to be a success. I am so grateful to receive such wonderful feedback from a Writer’s Digest Judge.
Please read on…I hope it will encourage you to read Esme’s story, MY FATHER’S MAGIC, the first book in my fantasy suspense series.
From Judge #14 – Contest 2018 – MY FATHER’S MAGIC
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