The water rises as sure as day
It’s unforgiving, to my dismay
I kick and swim for my escape
Which only leads to more debate
Do I stay the course along the stream
Feeding off my big dream
Allow the current to carry me
As far as I can’t see Continue reading “Drowning – a poem”
Imagination is a cruel thing
As boundless as the heart’s desire
As deceptive as an adolescent infatuation
For what perfection can the mind not conjure
Fantasy dethrones reality
The grime scrubbed away
The image buffed to a silvern lustre
But only in the mind’s eye Continue reading “See Me – a poem”
I was on the cliff’s edge
Staring into the abysmal sea below
With the ground crumbling under my feet
Ready to give up
Ready to turn away from love
But then you showed up
A bridge to cross the abyss
A nudge to turn me back to the beach
A reminder that bliss shouldn’t be shunned
An awakening of my core Continue reading “My Very Good Friend – a poem”
The boy is jolted out of his sleep. When he looks up, the light stings his eyes like pins to a cushion before drowning him in a blinding white. He squeezes his eyes shut. Although he feels the creases etched along his eyelids, there is no reprieve from the glaring light, for it does not come from without but from within his head. His instinct is to rub his eyes but his body is rigid as slate.
He appears to be stuck in a half wakened state, a kind of vision which he cannot escape. He feels helpless. He is afraid.
The light vanishes as he is thrust into a dream. He is rocking sideways in a powder blue room. A woman is humming in the background. Her voice has a soothing familiarity. She emerges into his view and the rocking stops. He first notices the blonde hair, which tumbles to partially obscure her face. She gracefully moves it to one shoulder, where it flows like silk and sheens when it catches the light coming through the window. Continue reading “Intrepid Explorer – a sci-fi prologue”
Today I woke up in one of my funky moods. One thought jumped into my head, “I feel like my life is not mine.” If you read my post on combating melancholy, you know that I get this way sometimes. I felt a kind of crushing sadness and helplessness, seemingly out of the blue. But I knew that wasn’t true – it wasn’t out of the blue.
Yesterday I listened to an interview conducted by Joel Friedlander of The Book Designer. He was interviewing Dave Chilton, venture capitalist, television personality, and multimillionaire who built his fortune by self-publishing. They were discussing The Chilton Method – A Unique Formula for Creating an Exceptional Book and Selling Tons of Copies…From a Guy Who’s Sold Millions!
The interview was very insightful. Dave Chilton has great ideas on book marketing which every author should listen to. But, he also reminded me of all the work ahead; for my blog, and later for publishing and marketing my books. I felt a bit overwhelmed. After talking to a very good friend and coming up with a plan, I felt much better, good even.
But the morning brings its own troubles. My good friend wasn’t available, but someone else popped up – an old friend and colleague. Continue reading “The Healing Power Of Generosity”