E is for Eyewitness

The Constitution Center, Philadelphia, PA

D is for Dogwood

Dancer of the Quill is playing a game and she's making me play because I said I would.

Today's letter is D.

I have included a Haiku because no one liked my last poem; D

Dogwood

Pink, green, Dogwood blooms.
Sunshine streaming in rivers,
Flowing over bark.

Because I Said So...

Quilly who lives in Hawaii and writes and shows gorgeous photos at Just Another Day in ...Paradise? has started an ABC project at her place where you post a picture each day for each letter of the alphabet. When I made a visit at her place and saw all of her beautiful pictures I mentioned I would participate and being the tyrant she is she came here looking for me to full fill my commitment. I should be committed. So to catch up, here are A, B and C. Go check out what Quilly has done and tell her not to boss me around - I'm sensitive.

C is for Chopper

B is for Brandon

A is for Airplane

The Pain Only Lasts a Minute

This is the first of many verse.
They will get worse
before I'm through.
What can I do?

While this one is awfully bad,
I know you're glad
to see me write.
But don't take fright,

for you won't hear me whine and cry,
I've said good bye
to my writer's block
so don't you mock.

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Minute Poetry - The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict
iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables.
The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

Becoming

"It's not what you are, but what you don't become that hurts." – Oscar Levant

Guilt and Sadness

I feel guilty posting because I have no time to read the blogs of those of you who comment here.

I am sad because I love to read your blogs and I have no time.

I am working on several short stories, trying to get some ready to submit to the WD contest which deadlines May 15th. I am also trying to re-write and edit my two NaNo stories and add to my Divine Death story.

If someone with lots of money wants to be my patron so I can quit my day job and write full time, email me.

Fire

Flames shot into the air, consuming the breathable oxygen within a twenty foot radius of the conflagration. Attendants placed more timber into the fire pit, bending low in an effort to avoid losing the hair on their hands and arms. The aged wood fed the roaring heat, increasing its hunger instead of satiating it.

The red, orange and purple blaze twisted and danced, until the energy formed a demon with finger tips that stretched to the stars. In unexpected ferocity, the fire fiend reached out and snatched an acolyte to its breast, consuming him in a shriek of agony and pain. The unwilling sacrifice melted and congealed, calming the soul of the inferno.

Update 4/10/08: This was inspired by my brother who can't get enough wood in the firepit to satisfy his boyish heart.

Thank you all for your wonderful comments. This is part of a short story which I will be submitting to the WD writing contest in May.

I will be adding an installment to Divine Death this weekend.

And I updated my reading list on the sidebar to the right there.