Writing is the most fun …

Writing is the most fun …

YES MR PRATCHETT. I AGREE WITH THAT. ALTHOUGH I HAVE TO SAY THAT SHARPENING MY SCYTHE COMES A CLOSE SECOND.

 

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The idea of just wandering off to a cafe …

The idea of just wandering off to a cafe …

I, Writer … # 23

I, Writer … # 23

TOSSED SALAD

A short dialogue I overheard when my ear was pressed close to a bowl of salad at a friend’s birthday party.

Your eyes are like limpid pools of starlight. Your skin is as soft as a kitten’s fur.

What about my hair. Do you like my hair ?

You’re a cucumber. You don’t have any hair.

And you’re a tomato. You’re not exactly hairy yourself.

Well no, but …

You’re just jealous.

Jealous ?

Yes. You’re jealous of me and salmon.

No I’m not.

Yes you are!

Look … what you two get up to in a sandwich is non of my business.

Anyway, lettuce told me that you were getting very friendly with a courgette.

Yes. We were at Eton together.

You mean you were eaten together ?

No. We were at Eton together. He was in the year above me.

 

HAPPY CREEPY HALLOWEEN!

HAPPY CREEPY HALLOWEEN!

In order to keep in with the spooky spirit of Halloween, I have dug up an I,Writer post from 2016 …

https://awritersden.wordpress.com/2016/11/22/i-writer-15/

I, Writer … #22

I, Writer … #22

I, Writer has a new furry addition to the family …

KITTY

 

My Sunday Poem … # 25

Hello. Good morning. This is today’s post from my other blog over at The 1951 Club. 😊

1951 Club

My Sunday Poem … # 25

There is a fine line between loneliness and solitude. Oftentimes I have crossed over from one side to the other and back again. The trick was in finding someone willing to cross over with me. I realise that now. So I wrote this poem.

The Island

There is an island
Set upon Emotion’s restless sea,
And subject to the winds and storms
Of life and living
We give a face to every waking hour
And dream of being free.

But we know so little of ourselves
We are children lost in a maze of mind
All path and purpose undefined
Aching to be understood
Failing to understand

Though I am weak and weary
And I may stumble on and on
Please take my hand
And know my love is strong.

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I write because …

I write because …