shhhhh

Ordinary

Beside Myself…

Cometh TaNaught

Every day, Cometh TaNaught goes

traipsing thru the water sedge

growing along the river’s edge,

lining the path

which has forever led,

into the woods

to Nowhere.

 

It takes Cometh a day and a half

traveling down that rocky path,

daylight illuminating narrow shafts

cast from shadows

left by travelers’ past,

on their way

to Nowhere.

 

The landscape sameness intensifies

with every twisting turn of lee

and crook within a stand of trees

befuddled travelers lose their sense of direction.

Not Cometh, she knows well

the road

to Nowhere.

 

On every trip she will meet

folks with GPS and maps,

water bottles, gear, and snacks,

looking kind of sheepish sad,

unwittingly jolly or going mad,

lost on their journey

to Nowhere.

 

“Won’t you please show us the way?”

Cometh hears this every day,

“Just a path or perhaps a pass,

we’ve all grown weary—at last…

trying to decipher

the way

to Nowhere.”

 

“Of course,” Cometh always says,

“I know the way like the back of my head,

so if you get lost

no need to fret it

settling for less

means you won’t forget it (the way)

to Nowhere.

 

Follow me now, let’s all go,

not to Somewhere that you know,

Somewhere, you see,

holds no magic for me,

all my dreams

have led me

to Nowhere.

 

For in Nowhere

no one is naught, nothing is sought,

and never mind tempers

the thought,

of leaving

this place

called Nowhere.

 

All you who travel amiss

and wander through torrents and twists,

if you easily sojourn

adventurous yearns,

follow me,

I’ll take you

to Nowhere.”

Photo by permission: MorJers Art

Again

Little Sparrow

In memory of a Livi, the little girl in my neighborhood, who died when her family’s car was hit by a drunk driver. One year ago.

The Tale of Two Bradfords

I recently finished writing The TALE of TWO BRADFORDs, a children’s novel. I’ve posted Chapter One… I would love to hear your thoughts. Does it appeal to you? thanks!

In Spring

For all those under snow spring is coming…it’s here
(in the south) spring is in the air…literally!

The Ant and the Inchworm

In honor of Theodore Geisel’s birthday March 2nd–known to most of us as the amazing Dr. Seuss, I have entered Vivian Kirkfield’s #50PreciousWords kidlit writing challenge.

Story must be 50 words or less for kids 12 and under and have a tiny arc structure.  

The Ant and the Inchworm – 49 words
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Ant went for a walk.
He met Inchworm.

“Pardon me,” Ant said,
“I need to get by.”
“Me, too,” replied Inchworm.

They stood and stared.

Finally, Ant said,
“If you will move an inch to the right,
I will move too.”

Inchworm moved right.
Ant went on his way.

Dancing Hearts

Susanna Leonard Hill’s

With Hopeful Heart! – The 3rd Annual Valentiny Writing Contest!!!

Rules – Write a children’s story (for ages 12 or younger) using no more than 214 words with the theme being hope.

Dancing Hearts – 200 word count