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Writing Poetry

What were your early experiences with poetry? When did you write your first poem? Was it at school? Was if for your mom or dad? Was it to a boy or a girl? Was it for a holiday? Many of you will be able to remember some early attempts at writing poetry. Some of you may not. In any event, poetry reading and writing holds a certain fascination because it enables us to express thoughts and feelings in ways that we cannot in prose. We are able to reach deep inside and discover an inner world that is hidden from others. I asked these questions about your first involvement with poetry because I discovered some poems I had written when I was ten to twelve years old. I found them to be sweet and warmly written. Most were about holidays: Christmas, Easter, Halloween and one was to my mother at Christmas time. They were probably assignments from 6th, 7th or 8th grade English. I can remember my first grade teacher, Miss Gazolla (Yes, her real name!), had us write simple poetry in first g

Layers of Sadness

Sadness Overwhelms Sometimes we let sadness overwhelm us, let it overcome us, let it overtake us. During these times, our soul is filled with melancholy, with anguish, and with desolation. We feel alone, sit alone, and cry alone. Our hearts droop, despair, and despond. Our tears pour, puddle, and pool. Isolation becomes our closest friend. Aloneness makes his home with us. Solitude surrounds us like a blanket. We become disillusioned, desolate and desperate. We take no joy in any season. We laugh at nothing. We take pleasure in no thing. Sleep escapes us. Dreams haunt us. Escape eludes us. Anger has long since gone. The only thing we feel is numbness. Pain would be a relief. Regret is replaced by resignation. Rejection is the only thing accepted. Remembrance is forgotten. When passion has subsided, when dreams have dissolved, when hope is unfound, we stumble, tumble, and submit. We become disconsolate, despondent and distraught. Sack cloth and ashes becomes our garb. Sometimes, as

Wildflowers Unsown

Just weeds grew there now.  He wandered over to the side of the yard where wildflowers used to grow. But, no flowers were growing this year. She was gone. So, he had lost all interest in his flower garden. A stray daisy or two tried to sprout, but since he did not water the patch or fertilize it, the ground had become hard and crusty, in the heat of the early summer sun. He had planted it for her. She loved wildflowers. That fall she mentioned, in passing, that she loved them. So, early next Spring, at the end of March, he dug, de-stoned, sifted, fertilized and planted. In a four foot by six foot patch, he planted almost two dozen packets of wildflower seeds. Planted would be a stretch. He sprinkled the seeds with love, with wishes, with hope. He carefully sprinkled a layer of topsoil over the seeds. He watered them with love, as needed. He watched the flowers blossom from his kitchen window. When she came over, they sat at the window and would watch their progress. A

The Versatile Blogger Award!

Kori Miller  has nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award! I am honored to receive this award from such a prolific Blogger and  BlogTalk Radio Host . Her show is called the Back Porch Writer. The Versatile Blogger Award To accept the award I must: 1) Add The Versatile Blogger award photo on a blog post. 2) Thank the person who presented me with the award and link back to that person in my post. 3) Share seven things about myself. 4) Pass the award along to 15 bloggers that I've recently discovered.  Contact the chosen bloggers to let them know about the award. Seven Things About Myself: 1) At one point, I had membership in and played regularly at three racquetball clubs and had access to a university racquetball court. I was that far away from participating on tournaments... 2) I used to play miniature golf on a regular basis and played in several Putt-Putt Tournaments. I enjoyed those events immensely. 3) I enjoy reading abou

Seasonal Snippets

Spring cloudburst meeting a cloudburst between trails’ ends: drenched! end flower burst meeting a flower burst between trails' paths, pollen-ized! end Summer squishing summer feet squishing green morning grass. end alit a light alit my life a beam, a bright beacon beckoned, a shining, shimmering star, a sun, shower, streaming. end Fall old bones A pile of dead trees; Decaying, white and brittle like a pile of old bones. end old shade A pile of dead leaves; Decaying, crisp, dried a mocking pile of summer's shade. end Winter freezing December, freezing the gray trail of a tall, billowing, smokestack. end icing trees, leaves, branches, covered, frosted, a white layer of icing. end © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long If you enjoyed these poems, find others like it here.

The V.I.B. Award -The Very Inspiring Blogger Award

A fellow Blogger  +Katherine Vucicevic  has nominated me for this fast-becoming prestigious award - The V.I.B.  Award -The Very Inspiring Blogger Award ! This is a link to her  Blog . She is also moderator of  Science Fiction - Blatant Promo 4 Authors, Blogs! She was nominated for this award by Author M.C O'Neill.  http://royalmanaball.wordpress.com/ This is a humbling award to receive.  I'm new to blogging and am honored that she would consider my writing or my blog to be an inspiration! In keeping with the rules in accepting this award, I must adhere to the following stipulations: 1) Display the award logo on my blog. 2) State SEVEN facts about myself. 3) Link back to the person who nominated you. 4) Nominate FIFTEEN other Bloggers who deserve this award. 5) Notify each of the Bloggers of their nomination for this award. Here are SEVEN facts about me: 1) I was quite athletic when I was a teenager. I played sports year round: bas

Five of My Top Ten Greatest Novels

Five of My Top Ten Greatest Novels I recently joined a community on Google+ called "The 100 Greatest Novels of All Time". The moderator,   +Brandon Toropov  suggested we post our Top Ten Greatest Novels of All Time List. There are so many great books that I haven't yet read. There are so many authors that I have read that deserve to be mentioned and that I haven't chosen to be on my list (Tolstoy, Twain, James, A. Huxley, Orwell, Austen, Faulkner, J.F. Cooper, Koestler, Conrad, Kipling). Some of the authors whose works I chose had other novels to choose from for my list: Dostoevsky -- “the Bothers Karamazov” and “The Idiot”, Steinbeck -- “Of Mice and Men”, Tolkien -- “The Hobbit”, Hemmingway -- “A Farewell to Arms”, Bronte “Wuthering Heights”. I could go on and on for these authors. The novels I have chosen have altered my views about life or influenced my worldview in some way. Top Ten Greatest Novels Harper Lee - To Kill a Mockingbird  Fyodor Dostoevsky -