I'm holding onto a book that doesn't belong to me.I've read its pages a thousand times but failed to seeThe words on the page no longer meant for me.Its title was hope, the author, my fantasy mind.The main character never caused any harm.His words were generous, loving, funny, and kind.I fell for his wit, awkwardness, passion, and charm.He dripped words painting stories for us to share.Fantasies voiced, marveled, woven in...
I fancied myself a man of words, A spinner of yarns and dreamer of tales. It seems my place is at the back of the herd, Rowing my boat while others have sails. Ravenspearl writes of love and loss, Her storms assail you as they blow across. Entangled_Fate reaches inside her heart, Her intense words often tear her apart. Rebellious_Soul struggles to keep in touch, But she always comes through in a clutch. DirtyMartini is th...
By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2008, 2010 Chapter 4: Winter My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. Song of Solomon 2:10-11 November 1993 Martha and Hal sat in their family room late in the afternoon on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. They didn't go in for long conversations in those days, but that was okay. They liked to be...
