On the end of each
rhododendron stem:
A tightly wrapped
promise
of blossom.
poem-spring gift March 22, 2014
On the end of each
rhododendron stem:
A tightly wrapped
promise
of blossom.
poem- dark road March 20, 2014
When the road is dark
illuminated only be the narrowest of beams
look above to the sparkling canopy of stars
and ahead to the distance glow
and know
illumination is out there.
poem-always apologize
When your wife
thinks you should apologize
you should.
If she says you’ve hurt her
don’t doubt her
Come with flowers
(even dandelions)
Embrace her
Just admit
you didn’t realize
that your actions
would be received so badly
Just apologize
and mean it
and everything
will be fine.
Next time,
when your wife hurts you,
you can tell her,
and she’ll apologize
to you.
Steven King’s Top 20 Rules for Writing. March 18, 2014
I love Stephen King’s On Writing. It is inspiring, full of good advice, and worth reading repeatedly! Thanks for this summary, Bobbie!
All of these were taken from Stephen King’s 2000 writing guide On Writing.
1. First write for yourself, and then worry about the audience. “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.”
2. Don’t use passive voice. “Timid writers like passive verbs for the same reason that timid lovers like passive partners. The passive voice is safe.”
3. Avoid adverbs. “The adverb is not your friend.”
4. Avoid adverbs, especially after “he said” and “she said.”
5. But don’t obsess over perfect grammar. “The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story.”
6. The magic is in you. “I’m convinced that fear is at the root of most bad writing.”
7. Read, read, read. ”If you don’t have time to read…
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poem- spring? March 15, 2014
Last night
I fell asleep planning
an ensemble:
beige, flowing garments
open shoes
bare skin, no socks.
Spring is here!
Celebrate!
I awoke
to see snowflakes filling the sky
giant two inch diameter
behemoth flakes
mocking my dreams of spring.
Wardrobe re-think.
Boots today.
Again.
Still.
.
poem- mist
Between
Mist kissed mountains,
Subtle gradations of grey
mark lake and sky;
an eagle sails by
in search of spring.
.
poem- I saw March 14, 2014
I saw the sun
dazzling across the water
glinting off your smile
frying through my brain
a laser lighting love.
I saw the cloud
covering across the moon
shadowing the light
wearing darkness like futility
frustration burning.
I see the sun
laughing at the cloud
shimmering through mist
overcoming all
Seeing is believing.
poem- beginning
Remember
city lights
blinking in the lake
your arms wrapped,
us enraptured.
You and I
embracing the mystery
of intimacy,
creating a history,
trusting the future,
facing dreams, and
dreaming of reality
enfolding before us:
Laughter, longing,
lasting love
.
.
.
The anniversary of our engagement is approaching, so here’s a poem in honour of the guy who’s had my back for 60% of my life. Look at how cute we were on that romantic evening! 😉 (Trust me that there are city lights reflected in the lake behind us. I had a pretty crappy camera!)
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Shawn L. Bird 