Both were a thoughtful purchase
Bought for a specific purpose
Akin to property
Subject to his whim
Neither with a choice
One is the immoral mistress
The other is his respectable missus
Tag: Creative Writing
Archaic Ceremony
She found herself to be
Little more than cattle
Ready for sale to the highest bidder
The ceremony only a formality
If only such an archaic practice
Could be banned
Self-doubt
Uncertainty crept like a thief in the night
Burrowing through her defences
As all consuming as kudzu
Reminiscent of the waves
Her freedom slipping through her fingers
And she found herself drowning
As it dragged her down
Trapped within it’s endless depths
Leaving her to claw uselessly for the surface
When You Rebel Against Society
Sweet words filled with love
Are slowly drowned out
And cracks begin to form
When the uniform you’re expected to wear doesn’t fit
Because the mold isn’t truly one size fits all
And disdain becomes apparent
With time comes the truth
And Society reveals their true face
Chasing the Dream + An Update on my Progress
What did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut? Fireman? Doctor? I, and many others of course, wanted to be the next famous best selling author, which obviously still hasn’t happened yet.
Where are you at in the long and arduous journey of following through with your dreams? For myself, I’m not where I would like to be. It doesn’t help that I tend to have dry spells of not writing anything at all.
So far I’ve published a poetry book, A Journey: Still in Progress, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten at the moment. A Journey is about dealing with depression throughout the various phases of life. It is grouped into three sections: Childhood, Marriage, and Motherhood. You can purchase your copy here.
I’m currently working on a couple of fiction novels. Both have single parents falling in love, one after being widowed while the other had been alone since the pregnancy. The first and lengthiest one at 16k words is Kara, followed by The Sweet Room at just 8.5k words. I hope to have these two and one other, The Christmas Bride published by the end of the year.
Society says
We cannot be boastful
Strutting about
As colorful peacocks
Fanning our tail feathers
Seducing the captivated audience
Flaunting individuality
Having a personality
Cannot be allowed
To fit their mold
We must bleach our feathers
Trim them to size
Siren
Forever beckoning
Entrapping me understand your spell
Alluring and irresistible
Blissfully unaware of my impending destruction
Captivating
The song of her soul was bewitching
She cast out her spell like a net
Ensnaring helpless souls
What It Takes
Gathering strength
to press submit
Picking up roots
to start anew
No one said
Courage comes easy
Country Bumpkin
love for the majestic mountains
appreciation for the rugged terrain
the ability to get down and dirty
doesn’t make me a rube
