Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. – Henry David Thoreau
Bike Writer # 17 – Heaven on Earth, and it’s Free!
Tag: memory
Bike Writer # 3 – Transcribe From Your Heart!!!
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. – William Wordsworth
Salty Secret
Where were the tears that day?
Our loss must have voided my heart.
Each time I taunted with emotion,
my soul would squeeze even tighter.
Then, past a wet wind’s gale.
I saw your empty face.
It was the key that finally broke me.
So…I ran to the salty sea.
Broke free from this ransom.
Until my sorrows let.
Forever with the ocean my secret.
For That Moment
I sat one day.
Alone, on a palette chair.
Sit in spatters and their quiet stories.
Did watch as pebbles danced in entertain.
For granted, I was easily led.
So naive that tomorrow won’t go away.
It was a peace that drunk me.
There, emotion could never touch.
Strange was any voice of hurt.
All this in a moment.
Oh, how I miss counting out-loud with the rain,
a grey big sky with a smile…and
…my ignorant heart.
Journal Entry # 70 – Sunday Reminder!
This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you!
Fight for the Write
I have sat in front of this blinking cursor for far too long now and to tell you the truth, I’ve had enough. Once again, I find myself in a creative tug-of-war with my writing. I have yet to determine if it’s just another round of writers’ block or if some real life fallout has become too much of a distraction lately. I’d be inclined to go with the latter but I really don’t know what it is, could be a combination of both. What I do know for sure, is that I’m getting this post out of me one way or another. Yes, I have be still updating my journal entries, but it’s been how long now since I have done a good ol’ Ash entry? Continue reading “Fight for the Write”
Journal Entry # 26 – So far, So good!
“There’s not a day that I don’t thank the Lord for…so far, so good I suppose”
– Theresa Douglas
One Day in May!
One day in May,
will forever be.
When a gift was born,
and bestowed upon me.
One day in May,
as flowers grew.
Love, true love,
that first look at you.
One day in May,
20 years now past.
Apart we’ve become,
my love outcast.
One day it may,
find a way home.
Where I’ll be waiting,
no more alone.
Journal Entry # 22 – Happiness is a Butterfly
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
Journal Entry # 21 – To the sunshine!
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.”
– Helen Keller
Earth To Ash 