One of my favorite times of the year is the middle of summer just as the sun begins to set. Dusk to me is a time when anything seems possible and that gets my creative juices flowing.
When is your favorite time?
Writer
Obstacles
Everyone has somewhere they want to go.
Some make it.
Some don’t.
What separates them?
Those who do not fear a path covered in mud.
Ideas
Writer’s Clock
Eventually we will all get to the 12 O’Clock hour.
Sunrise on Fremont
The other day I went on a stroll at 6am.
The things I saw cannot be shared for fear of breaking the code.
It was brilliance; ladies in lace, men missing their suit jackets.
People young and old and those who were confused as to their age intermingled.
No shame, no guilt, merely a laugh shared among only those who truly knew.
Dreams accomplished for some, Dreams shattered for many.
A story for each and a story for me.
Thanks Vegas 😉
On the Surface
I cannot see my reflection in the water, if I am not there, where am I?
The Poem Within
Looking for what can be found deeper.
This is what I found when I looked closer at,
Emily Dickinson’s Because I could not stop for death
Interpretation
Wide
Life
Last
Day
Blues.
What do you see in the Titles?
Active Change
Reaching
Searching
Grasping.
Feel
See
Hear.
Break
All
The
Rules.
Never what could have been.
What will you do now to Prevent
History from Repeating itself?
Where’s Your Pen?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 