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
I am having so much fun, reading this aloud, time and again, to myself. I thought I was in a hurry to escape the office on a Friday evening, but now, not so much. I have found a comfort zone, and it is binding...
ReplyDeleteOh but for the sweet smell of the valley of wildflowers, would a day be like any other or a kiss nearly as memorable. I could sit and listen to nature's whispers as they weave through the leaves but the memories will only return with the sweet smell of wildflowers.
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