Day: 11 December 2020

Stopping by the Churchyard on My Father’s Birthday

Whose words are these I know Iโ€™ve heard?
To read his marker seems absurd,
He will not see me stopping by
Nor holding back the need to cry.

Winter Express, Headstones, and Poppies

We all disappear into a marble crowd.
Itโ€™s a pity it has to be strait-laced.
Once our characters were declared out loud.
Now with a chisel symbols are traced
which give little or no clue to character
except to claim that our absence is a cause for grief,
that the life eternal is the victor
though elsewhere if that is your belief.

Identity Crisis, Judas’s Kiss, the Mermaid

Acting as if I’m without integrity
My mimicry knows no limitation
Inspired by individuals too pretty
The inspiration becomes imitation.

The Last Month of Hope and What’s the Use?

What’s the use of a luxurious car
If it can’t fit a traveller travelling far?
Can you drive all alone with jubilant pride,
Having refused a soul a pleasant ride?

No Attitude, Just Gratitude

I see, I be, I walk, I talk;
Each morning I rise with a smile.
I read, I feed, I rock, don’t mock,
Have to cover many a mile.

โ€˜It Takes Time to Find a Name For Yourselfโ€™

Letting us know that she is a pantser, meaning she tends to start with a concept and characters and allows the story to unfold thereafter, Ms Martine, who used to be fluent in Spanish but has now lost touch with the language, says her debut romance novel entitled โ€˜dibsโ€™, a finalist for romance in the 2020 Kindle Book Awards, came to her almost fully-formed, and she simply had to write it down as she saw the movie in her mind.

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