When I look deeper into this piece, I feel it doesn’t necessarily refer to just dealing with writer’s block. Humans are complicated, and sometimes facing things is a long-drawn-out process. Being scared is just one of the emotions one can go through.
Thank you, Nathan Cocker – Poetry 365 for this nomination. While I appreciate being nominated and answering the questions you asked of me, I won’t be selecting any blogs. I think most, if not all, writers I subscribe to deserve a nomination. Please take a little time to get to know me a little better. Thanks again for the opportunity to share my world, Nathan! I hope everyone takes a moment to read your work!
I love all animals so I won’t choose one. If I was of the frame of mind to have a pet, it would probably be a miniature pig.
No idea as it was over 40 years ago now. I can tell you my first concert was Styx – the Babe, I love you Tour. I was sixteen at the time.
Ringo Starr because I love drummers.
I would want to be any noble character who is always willing to stand on the right side of history.
I can’t say that I ever really had one.
Marrying my first love. Although, I would never have had my first son. He was worth going through the ending of it.
Tornado that the funnel was starting to rotate above our home in 2001. It did touch down but when it did, it was about 1/2 mile away from us.
Boston, Massachusetts will forever be my favorite city. There is such a rich history there and the city is beautiful architecturally. The people are wonderful too!
A singer, then I wanted to be in the Air Force, not married and never having children. I never became a singer or get into the Armed Forces but I did get married (2X) and had two children.
LP – Lost on You
Pink – Raise your Glass
AC/DC – Back in Black
One Republic – Counting Stars
Shawn Mendes – There’s Nothing Holding Me Back
I won’t be writing an epitaph as I’m not getting buried. My body and my brain are getting donated to science. But I will tell you that I’ve asked my children to make sure the Obiturary starts like this…
Fucking Dead as of (whatever that date may be) :)
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Impossible
Zarah heard screams, then pounding – silence. What happened? Her hands and feet were tied. The room was dark but she could see shapes. They did not move.
“Zarah?” A voice called.
Zarah didn’t know who could know she was here. What should she do? Was someone coming to rescue her? Who else could be looking for her? Her kidnapper knew she was here. But, if he sent someone to torture her more, she wanted to stay hidden.
Just then a small critter, which she couldn’t see in the dark, ran over her leg. Automatically, she tried to scream, but the gag stopped her, yet her legs jerked without thought. Her feet hit something solid. She heard something above her make a sound, something off-balance. She couldn’t see what it might be. Would it fall on her?
CRASH!
Metal fell on the cement floor beside her. A door opened.
~~
Homeless
My mate and I found the perfect location for our new home. We built to our specifications to meet our needs. That’s always an exciting time for me. I love the anticipation of new views and new life. When our home was completed, I settled in for the birth of our children. Before they could be born though, a huge, fearful creature intruded and I had to flee for my life and safety.
“I hope they didn’t leave for good,” the man mused as he saw the two robins fly away from the nest they had just built in the bush right outside his window. Earlier, he had looked closer and saw one of them sitting on the nest. Had the eggs been laid yet? He was excited to watch their progress. Had they flown for good? He hoped not.
They never returned.
~~
A Fair Trade
“I’ll trade you all of mine for only a portion of yours, a tiny portion,” the middle-aged man said casually to his friend.
“No way in Hell!” His friend exclaimed. “I’m sorry, but that kind of trade would do me no good.”
“Sure it would. You would gain a wider experience. You could see from a new perspective.”
“Nope. I’ll keep my limited experience and narrow perspective.”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t make the offer.
“You offered,” his friend laughed. “And, I was smart enough to turn it down.”
“How about five minutes?”
“Nope.”
“Five minutes of Hell can be a real eye-opener.”
“Sorry.”
“Look at it from my point of view. I’ll take just five minutes of a childhood feeling loved and cared for. I have no idea what that might be like.”
“I feel for you, but I can’t. Sorry.”
They parted, unable to bridge that gap.
~~~
Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a farm in Kansas. Still trying to make sense of it, he’s grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees and moonlight. His work has been published in print and online, even some of both in languages he can’t read.
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life seeks to…
teach us
we learn
change us
we adapt
end us
we fight
writers seek to…
teach us
with expressions
change us
with wisdom
end us
with truths
somewhere in the middle is reality…
I just adore this 6-word story! :) Short, sweet, and right to the damn point! <3
The meaning of being a poet – simply and beautifully expressed, Walt! <3
I am so honored and pleased that my poem, Just A Blank White Page, was published this morning on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine! Thanks to Brian Geiger, Editor of Vita Brevis, for finding my work worthy of inclusion.
Via Just a Blank White Page – A Poem by Walt Page
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved
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A bond since 2018.
people
be they virtual
or in your face
if they are seeking you out
supporting you and your craft
making your efforts known
that’s love, acceptance, respect, and admiration
**This piece was inspired by John – The Mush from the Hill
Sorry, it took me so long, John!! I found my original notes finally! :)
Valentina taps into the head of a writer exquisitely with this piece. Enjoy!
I Write Her 