Month: April 2015

Do you appreciate lovely imagery that makes you smile? I know I do, and this lovely poetry book is chock full of it. With the “furry five o’clock shadow” of a squirrel-fur paintbrush, the poet manages to paint images for the reader that are as light as air, as the title suggests. Filled with fun surprises that brought a few chuckles, a couple smiles, and several sighs, the writer puts her work together like “Snow-covered puzzle pieces/On a sky-blue tablecloth.” And all you can feel is loveliness. She compares human habits and behaviors to the more humble and supportive behaviors of animals, who are described as having a greater respect for single parents, and for each other. She also talks about animals that mate for life, specifically, swans and wolves, which may be some knowledge that I might have slept through in high school, but are interesting facts. Writing literature is always an opportune moment to impart knowledge, so I find these little tidbits to very charming additions. Using poetry that is light and crisp, …

Friday Evening

emily-ecker: This story is a take on Wakefield by Nathaniel Hawthorne, written from the perspective of Mrs. Wakefield. Dated 10/8/13 ———————————————————————— On one October evening, at dusk when the last of the light had already dipped below the silhouette of buildings, and the street lights flickered… Friday Evening

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance… our long way home. I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time. When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor I had always loved you more. You freed your braids… gave your hair to the breeze. It hummed like a hive of honey bees. I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there…. Mmmm…God how I love your hair. You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance. Lost, injured, hurt by chance. I screamed to the heavens….loudly screamed…. Trying to change our nightmares into dreams… The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance our long way home. I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out in and out in and out of time. Maya Angelou, “In and Out of Time”

If he wrote it he could get rid of it. Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)

bestof-society6: The Sound of Silence by John Tibbott

…and every poem was supposed to be about you -Lori Jenessa Nelson