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WRITING, READING AND REFLECTIONS I recently joined a LinkedIn writer’s discussion group. One of the question and discussion is below, my answer only. In answering this question, I discovered something about myself. My personality, my outlook, and my approach to life has been greatly influenced by everything I read. The greatest influence, my mother, who taught me to
“Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising I came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing. To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:” Tolkien Fear is a powerful thing. It can make you move mountains, or allow you to hide beneath them, or bury you. I miss the ignorance of youth. I miss when everything was
The sterile fresh scent of carnations permeated the air. Reds, yellows, white, and red striped flowers danced starkly against the grayscale backdrop of my world. Feeling like I was in an old slow B-movie, I looked down at the lifeless body of my mother. I wanted to scream this can’t be real. She wouldn’t leave me. I might have
*Photo purchase from Big Stock Photo—butterfly sitting on grass with dew drops close up on the background spider web by volrab vaclav c By Juneta January 25th, 2002 Whirling, Black cancerous void, Ravenous, Gnawing hunger, Greedy soulless cur, Falling, Falling, Falling, Sinking depths, Lost, Empty hollow pain, Resonates, Involuntary screams, Returned echoes of silence, Mortar wounds of absence, Cavities of isolation,
*Photo purchase from Big Stock Photo—Majestic sunset in the mountains landscape. Overcast sky before storm. Carpathian, Ukraine, Europe. Beauty world. by Leonid Tit By Juneta c 2009 My pillow is the cloud As I dip my feet in the sea of heaven I stand alone on the edge And stare into the forever blue .. .. My soul cries to unite Yet I
*Big Stock Photo by Belphnaque Originally Written 2003 REPOSTED SEPTEMBER 25. 2013 It is funny. This prayer is just as applicable today as it was the day I wrote it. Life is not linear, but an ever-revolving, growing, expanding-circle of change, good and bad, until the end. I don’t know how I became so lost in this old
