Tag: Writing

Ideas

249 or so Poems I have self published I no longer use the daily prompts My mornings are too busy So now I find a block of time And tap away at the keyboard. Dreary days work the best For poetry to flow from…

I’ve taken the plunge

I did it I’ve done What for me is an amazing thing I’ve taken the plunge I’ve submitted a blog For publishment and payment Now the wait has begun In this world of the instant I will be forced to wait Success I will…

A writer’s love

Grammerly, a writer’s love I love the tool I am such a grammer fool What would we do without these loves These spelling checkers and comma doves I use the beast and hope it’s right I do not know ; vs , I do…

Putting up a fight

A hazy cloudy afternoon The eyes are drooping It’ll be bedtime, not a moment too soon. Children playing A world awaits The mind explodes Or the eyes close A quiet spot A laptop plugged in An open WORD document Just waiting to begin The…

An almost requiem

I love my failing laptops The keys are placed just right The space bar has a dint in it I guess I use it too much each night I love the keypad to the side The screen size is about perfect It’s just a…

Tired Eyes

I wonder why eyes get tired Tired of looking out Tired of seeing Tired of observing Tired of life no doubt Tired eyes reflect back at me Although it is only early Too early to bed Too early to rise Why give out on…

Ode to the Edit

Where do you use a comma? How are speech marks done? What about when someone thinks Their own thoughts to themselves? Perhaps sleeping in English All those many years ago Was not the wisest thing to do How I wish now, it was not…

April’s a editing

I have a shameful secret Writing I do just great But editing is not my strength I’d rather eat a gate! I have a novel Mostly finished It’s sat for a month shy of the year Not because I don’t like it But because…

Originality?

Writing should not be a formula Writing should be freedom. So why can you analyse, Mathematically ? Why can you predict the plot? Why does formula sell so well? Why do we all seem to want, The hero or heroine The villian reluctant or…

Building Storms

Around me wind blows Howling up the funnel of a street In and out and through the buildings Buffeting and billowing Distorting sounds. Lightening flashes in the distance A quick reflection off the cloud The breeze is cool But I long for rain Bucketting…