I breathe deeply.
It’s been weeks since I’ve inhaled,
and felt alive.
The waning growing season
is less about endings, to me.
Stagnation and swelter
Have lifted.
It is far better to be busy.
Survival is an active process.
The depth of silent winter,
White and cozy,
Hasn’t any power to suppress
my spirit.
As the woolen, suffocating blanket of summer lifts,
I remember to be happy.
(the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
lines that aim to be
Stories, poems and thoughts. What else is me
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
A group of poets and poetry readers.
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Exploring the World of Fiction
reflections, ponderings, daydreams, musings
A blog to inspire the insecure writer in all of us
The musings of a curious mind
Oh, the twisted stories to come.
Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.
Ups and down everyday, let us make dailyliving normal.
Or not, depending on my mood
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The unimpeded thoughts of the spirit
A place to share my writing and art.
Find the inner you
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well said….
Thanks! It’s how I feel…summer is too inactive a time for me.
“As the woolen, suffocating blanket of summer lifts” -absolutely love this!
You are so very kind…I feel as though I am under a blanket all summer. Not my favorite season. 😉
Beautiful words and the images they evoke.
Thank-you…that pleases me. 😉