Thursday, July 19, 2018

The Mandolin


Oh, sweet voice
carried upon the warm summer breeze
as I quote from Shakespeare
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here"

What for is each day
toiling upon the early morning
hardship is something we don't appreciate
comparing life then to now.

Sing me a love song
take away my worries post haste
lull me sweetly in another time and place
sleepy-eyed and contented

Wildflowers abundant
across the fields of my dreams
his image tugs upon my common senses
Love invades my dreams.

barb

 There is little between my love of Shakespeare and I passionately love his work, my art that tries so hard to capture romance in glass and my own books dip deep into romance and disappointment.  This Mandolin will be turned into a piece of art.  

My 15th Novel is in the process of being released though it will be a month but it is a story about a young doctor who flees her abusive husband and the need to finally find her mother who abandoned her after birth.  She is stranded in the islands of the Philippines when the Japanese attacks and occupies the entire Pacific Theater in 1941.  It is a good place to hide and heal until she must re-enter the world where she is thrown into a world wind of accepting her past and falling in love.

I honestly am at odds when I am not writing something.  I have always been this way and have to pull myself away from writing to live a normal life.  The Mandolin will be decorated with Dog Roses or something because my ideas aren't always the final decision.  For now, I need to put chicken wings on the BBQ.  I did last night make Waffles and Chicken including adding pecans [crushed] into the batter and whipping my butter.  Too much chicken this week but that's alright because some weeks I eat too many tacos.

barb





Saturday, July 7, 2018

Writing Reveals Deep Thoughts



The thoughts turn into words
falling onto the screen
as my fingers mindlessly follow direction

I know not the keys
should you ask me to recreate
the board which I lavish my energy

Tell me a story spin it away
bring forth the roundness
of the characters before my face

The moon and sun spin
romance and evil intertwine
tendrils growing over the gravestone

Traps set within my mind
love is a living creature
found in the hearts of all mankind

Acknowledging with a smile
romance doesn't always fall in line
consequences wait patiently in the weeds.

barb

I am currently working on my 15th Novel which takes place during World War Two in the Pacific Theater.