There's something that lies inside, as seen through the eyes of man Unto the soul. A raging fire or a calming mist as seen through the eyes of man.
Tag: reflection
Getting to Know Jane –
Today, or more aptly yesterday, I began my endeavors to get to know Jane Austen. In high school, I was able to avoid her acquaintance through my English teacher's disdain for her. None of my college professors introduced me, so I escape being forced to read her. I am not a huge fan of romances …
In Closing the Year….
The journey that I began when I started this site has taken me into an arena that I never imagined was actually possible; writing a novel and getting my poetry out into the world. I have won two blog awards, entered and won my first writing contest. For a girl who subtitled her first handwritten …
Blank Page
The page went blank a couple of moments ago; all my precious thoughts disappeared. The words that I was trying to craft were lost. They could have been retrieved. When they blinked out of existence I could have clicked undo and restored them. I didn't. I stopped myself. I just stared into the blankness and realized …
A Shot in the Night
A shot in the night A prayer to the heavens seemingly unanswered. <> Upon the Night He did pray <> "Understanding" he did cry <> A shot in Night And All that was Is Gone **I woke this poem in the tenth grade after my English teacher showed The Dead Poet Society; not a word …
The Solstice Sun Has Set
The Solstice Sun has set And my heart resides with you So on this Christmas morning, My heart belongs to you...
The One I Didn’t Buy…
Like many Americans, I buy holiday gifts for loved ones and friends. This year, I labored over one gift in particular; not the actually gift, but the idea of giving this person another gift. Normally, I am not the kind of who keeps a gift tally. If I give you a gift, I don't expect …
P.S. A New Poem
*Normally, I would place notes at the end of the poem, but this is one that I wrote when I was in the sixth or seventh grade. Sharing it is a bit scary. I made only minor changes to it here. Looking back through the poems that I have written over the years is a …
New Adventures
Each year between Samhain (The Celtic New Year) and New Year's Eve, I make a list of goals for the next year. I think of it has my trial period between the old and new year. A time of reflection. The list is mix of practical and intangible items. No matter how I craft the …
Now I pray….
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul no longer weeps, If I dream before I wake, I pray my soul the Lord doth make, to fly free and high above the sorrows, To live and love for each tomorrow. *This is my own adaption of a common bedtime prayer; writing it …
Lucinda Rose 