Poetry ~

Poem ~ The Right Words

 ~ Finding the Right Words ~

 

Uplifting and bright, today starts early

a new slate waits for the story.

Mine today, these hours to come no more.

                                                             Time to start but not to hurry.

 

Some eyes stare at the glass half empty,

though it is half full sparkling and bright

a new day simply to bleed, sweat, and write,

a long day creeping into the deep of night.

 

Pages written or not is the writer’s plight.

Either way fret not, or have a glass of wine,

 tomorrow is a new day bringing yet another night.

  ~ terre

Thank you for visiting today. ~ Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons

(c) 2020

 

On Writing: ‘Tell Me A Story’

 

I haven’t been on my blog this month much as life has just been in the way, especially re-doing some areas of my nest before winter comes. As with most home improvement projects, things tend to stack up and spread to other rooms to now eventually have to do something to them too… kind of like knocking down a row of dominoes, but not as much fun. Part of the sorting out of what can go and what do I keep are my books, my treasures. Writers without books? Really!

However, my favorite author, Pat Conroy has been a welcome distraction and yes he will live forever on my book shelf. If you have never heard of him, he definitely is worth your time. You will also enter and make new discoveries of the low-country and it’s endless salt-marshes and way of life. I had never seen a salt-marsh until I discovered Hunting Island, South Carolina and Pat Conroy about the same time. His first book I read ‘Beach Music’  took me into a world of what it was like growing up there with a beach close at hand, turtle nests, and a southern way of life with a rich history but not glamorized, and families with real problems that are universal.

His next book, ‘The Water is Wide’ a novel, is based on his real life experience of being an idealistic new teacher and the local politics that played out as he tried to introduce and provide a stimulating education to a group of students racially, geographically, and socially isolated from the broader world just across the waters of their small island that they were totally unaware that even existed.

If you have not read Pat, you might want to give him a try. A truly nitty-gritty, but eloquent writer who inspires me to keep at it with computer, pad, and pen. Who has inspired you as a writer?

Thank you for visiting today and to those in the Northern Hemisphere… Happy Fall!   ~ terre

Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons   c2020

 

The Writers Life: Words

Terre's Blog - Women of All Seasons (10)

Finding the Right Words

Uplifting and bright
today starts early
a new slate for the story.
Mine today,
these hours to come no more.

Some eyes stare at the glass half empty,
but it is half full sparkling and bright,
quenching the writer’s thirst,
the long day creeping into the deep of night.

Pages written or not
is the writer’s plight.
Either way fret not,
for tomorrow is another day
bringing yet another night.

~ terre

 

c2020

Poetry: The Echo

tch c2019(10)

As I lay sleeping

familiar faces do I see.

These long forgotten fragments

of people once so dear to me.

 

Some sneak in

with more than an impression.

I never think of them

when I’m awake,

that would be an obsession.

 

These visitors who once

our lives briefly crossed,

we all took our separate paths.

Now they come gently in the dark,

a friendly, welcome haunt.

 

I see me as I remember me.

I feel the warmth of the noon sun.

Someone ever so kind has stopped

to help me with a gentle embrace.

The gesture is so real.

 

The wildflowers sway in the breeze.

Even the weeds are alive I see!

It is happy here as I dream.

I’d like to stay forever,

please don’t change a thing!

 

Then the picture changes.

I hate to leave.

Another face from a more recent time,

has come to rescue me.

 

In the abyss of my mind,

those souls traveling years apart

can meet and share company

within my heart.

 

When I regretfully awake,

whatever became of them?

Did they get lost

or did I?

 

I hope they’re happy.

I hope they know

however much,

I love them too.

I wonder though,

do they also dream of me?

 

Thank you for visiting today!  Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons

c2019  tcholland

Haiku

Look across the sea.

Insignificant am I

standing on the sand.

 

Thank you for visiting!    Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons. c2019

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