Writer Crews

Seems to be a season of departure. Rosie,Jason, Aunt Evelyn, Aunt Corine... And isn't it just like mother nature- moody woman- to have the season's of our lives pass so vehemently different. Change. They pass quickly- out the blue, a shock to the system, lighting. They fall gracefully- a leaf from the limb, to decay, slowly on the forest floor. A subtle ebb to the ocean tide, they recede. Or go swiftly by, in a gush of errant wind. Either way, our season's change. The cycle of life will take us all and all I can say is... I wish for you, my friend, nice weather in passing.

Writing is something I've done all my life,however; becoming a 'writer' is new. I've written a novel and am working on another, while searching out agents and learning the game. What I've posted here will vary from memoir to poem to a snippet of fiction... anything that comes to mind that I'd like to share - with you - so, let me know what you think and post a comment!

Pine soldiers diligently lining the hillside Sainted with the kiss of white cloud the children are busy but who am I if I'm not forgoing my needs for someone else mother so I sip my coffee and watch as green men are knighted by noble day

No rules to follow Only words to write The words that carry the most of the might Words we can relate to connect us as we read Reflect on our life, our death, our beliefs True in simplicity truth in its form A poem tells it honestly against the norm Beauty found in the placement of letters Sounds to swim in Words mesh together Forming a body beautiful, bold, better We are walking poetry Poems in free verse All our souls dip Into the ink we immerse