Pearl in a dust-bin

Sometimes I think my mind is on another planet, or even another dimension where it’s writing with gusto leaving me blank and pallid so I apologise for my silence lately. The feelings I have to be able to write just aren’t around and I’m not going to force the words to appear.

However, I have been reading quite a bit and as you can see on the right there I am currently reading the huge four volume A Short History of the English People by John Richard Green. I’m about three quarters through volume 2 and Queen Elizabeth is on the throne being pestered by Queen Mary of Scots. I’m also reading Sir Walter Scott’s Lay of the Last Minstrel.

Previous to this I read a wonderful book by Marie Corelli called The Sorrows of Satan and if you get a chance I recommend it. Here are two quotes from the many excellent examples of her writing in the book.

…Be sure that if you are unhappily celebrated for either beauty, wit, intellect, or all three together, halfsociety wishes you dead already, and the other half tries to make you as wretched as possible while you are alive…

…To be missed at all when you die, some one must love you very deeply and unselfishly; and deep unselfish love is rarer to find among mortals than a pearl in a dust-bin…

I hope to be back soon with poems.

Happy Sunday and thanks for visiting 🙂

They say things come in threes!

Oh busy busy me! They say things come in threes!

My new poetry collection is coming along nicely. I very much like the proof copy but have found some typos etc.

I have the title for my next poetry collection and dare I say it here but I have the theme too … it will predominantly be a book of nature poetry.

This afternoon I have been working on the third collection of my Little Thoughts books and that also is coming along nicely and I have the title too.

Now it’s time for food!

Ancient Virgin

The last book
found
amongst the littered remains
of a struggled past

a survivor
unread
unopened
an ancient virgin

devouring eyes
pore over

loving fingers
caress

pages flutter
with each delicious
touch

words drip
with each bacchanal
read

Overcome with
saviour’s emotion
the last book
found
crumbles
… crumbles
… … crumbles

no more books
no more pleasure
no more whispers
no more life
no more pain
no more love
no more joy
no more emotion
no more soul
no more words
no more imagination
no more passion
no more feelings
no more death
no more
… no more
… … no more

The last book
lost …

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This was first posted here on September 5th 2011 (edited)

What’s in the box?

box

Here, let me show you 🙂

book 294 book 295

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Yes I have published a collection of my Little Thoughts.

I have self-published through Lulu.com

I have edited some and added a good handful
of new and unpublished Little Thoughts.

Now Lulu seemed very confusing to me at first
until, that is, assistance appeared in the form
of my very, very good friend, Diane M. Denton
who also helped with the editing.

(Please visit Diane’s site for lovely art and exquisite poetry.
Her Novel ‘A House Near Luccoli’ is literary historical fiction set in Genoa
imagining an intimacy with the 17th century composer. Alessandro Stradella.)

My wonderful, wonderful, lovely friend, Sarah Whiteley
gave me the encouragement, and still does,
to get off my backside and get something into print.

(Please visit Sarah’s site for her beautiful poetry and stunning photography.
Her first chapbook No Direction But Home
is worth every second of time spent reading it.)

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I would like to thank everyone who has been with me
since I started writing poetry in August 2011

If you could see the smile on my face as I type these words

“I did it! I finally did it!”

Support independent publishing: Buy this book on Lulu.