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  • Balance-Point


    Nature abhors a vacuum: horror vacui. ~Aristotle

    This applies to much more than thermodynamics. We use this dictum in all facets of life, and I often hear one form of it that’s more relevant to the venture of writing . . . You can’t work in a vacuum.

    Some writers swear up and down that the opposite is true. And, no doubts, writing can be a lonely pursuit. Hours spent on end with people who only exist in your mind does not, unfortunately, count as being an active and social human being. Like with any form of art, writing has its eccentrics and savants that prove the exception to any rule.

    For the rest of us, though, I think this is true. You can’t work in a vacuum. At least, not for great lengths of time. And here’s my reason why – writing is life. I know, cheesy, huh? But, what I mean is – writing is made up of the activities of life – of our experiences, senses, feelings. As writers, we need to be familiar with these things in order to turn them into moving prose. If you really spent your life cloistered away from all that life has to offer – what would you have to write about?

    That’s not to say that having a ‘creative space’ free from the clutter of everyday life isn’t crucial. And by ‘creative space’ I mean a frame of mind, rather than an actual physical space, though certain physical spaces my contribute to your ‘writing space’ or detract from it. For me, it is necessary to physically disconnect the internet from my computer if I intend to get a large amount of writing done. Otherwise, there are too many distractions, but I digress . . .

    In thinking about this week’s post, the topic of balance weighed heavily on my mind. Perhaps because I have felt unbalanced lately, and that always nags at me. Whether it’s an astological given, or just a personality quirk, I’m on a constant quest for balance. A little deeper analysis revealed that I had enough thoughts on it to (maybe) constitute a blog post. I’ll let you be the judge of whether any of this rambling is worthwhile.

    Okay. We can’t work in a vacuum. Even if writing were truly our only pursuit, it still dictates that we go out there and experience life. Oh! The pain, the glory, the sunsets, yes, even the garbage is good fodder for a writer. We make the mundane interesting, the forbidden acceptable, the unimaginable possible. So, I ask myself – where is the balance point?

    More importantly – for those of us who choose to write in addition to maintaining anything resembling a ‘real’ life outside of writing – is balance even possible? Or is tearing your hair our inevitable?

    Jobs, marriages, kids, school, friends, family, illness, travel, celebration, housework, and the myriad of other activities that constitute life abound. So – how do we squeeze some time out of that to write? And once we do wring some writing time out of our schedule – how do we divvy it up?

    We can’t work in a vacuum. To me, a fair percentage of my growth as a writer is reliant on feedback. Feedback, which requires social interaction, which requires time. And what about research? That’s cutting into our ‘writing’ time too, and we haven’t even gotten to the part about trying to actually sell our work. We’re just talking about writing it. Add learning your craft, and reading to that list, and I don’t know about you – but I’m out of time slots. So – when do we actually WRITE? We have to find a balance . . .

    If you’re a writer, balance is probably instinctual. We already balance so many things: description with dialogue, plot with action, backstory with world-building, character arcs and relationship development, even our word ratios – “Do I have too many adjectives? Too many words starting with ‘s’?”

    So, why, if you’re like me, does it not come quite so easy when it’s time to balance writing with life? Why does it feel, sometimes, as though everything in the world is there to keep you from doing the one thing you want to do – sealing yourself in a vacuum and writing?

    Battle of the binge.
    I learned early on in my writing addiction that I have a tendency to binge write. I’d lock myself away, hardly speaking to even my husband, for an entire weekend, then finally come up for air twenty thousand words later. (DISCLAIMER: In case you’re thinking to yourself – ‘hey, I wouldn’t be complaining, that’s twenty thousand words’ – please note that I DO NOT recommend this method.) Needless to say, this sort of habit was difficult to maintain – unpredictable, and frustrating – not only to me, but to the people around me. I was out of balance. Happy. High on writing, but unbalanced. A conundrum.

    Take two: Gwenny reforms.
    I had to take a chunk of time to get my life back on track – to make sure I was meeting deadlines at work, showing up for classes, seeing my family more than once a month, and not letting my husband go to bed alone more than once or twice a week, remembering to eat, and yes – even sleeping *gasp*. After that, I slowly introduced the writing drug back into my system. It was painful at times, and frustrating. I wanted more. I wanted to crawl away into my writing hole and play in my imaginary worlds for hours, days, weeks.

    Instead, I forced myself to do it in small, and sometimes sparse, chunks. The most infuriating thing – rather than waiting for inspiration to strike me and then getting carried away by the muse, I had to write when I had time to write – muse or no, and stop when it was time to stop. Sometimes that meant staring at a blank screen for an hour and then moving on with life with nothing to show for that hour other than festering self-doubt. But, this was life, and I had to find a way to adjust. I slowly re-trained myself to write when I had time, not when I felt inspired – and even if what I wrote was crap, it gave me something to start with. I could/would/did fix it later.

    What have I learned? (Really, Gwen, why are you making us listen to this?)
    Well, I do have a few pieces of (what I deem) wisdom to impart. Though, I’m learning more about myself, and writing as it pertains to me, every day. Hopefully, you are too.

    1. You can’t work in a vacuum. Finding other people who feel the same way you do will not only make you a better writer (feedback is crucial) but you’ll also feel like less of a freak when you discover there are so many others like us out there. Balance is important here, and a fair exchange so that everyone feels like they’re getting something worthwhile. I am here to tell you, this is entirely do-able. Writers are writers are writers. It doesn’t matter which genre, which length, which market – we all have some common ground. Don’t be a closet writer – there’s no need to do it alone. Many a time someone I’ve met online has said just the right thing to give me an idea, to inspire me, to bring me down out of the rafters, or to re-instill my faith in myself. That sort of interaction can make all the difference.

    2. Make a ‘creative space’ for yourself. This is a mental state. Find a way to shut out the nagging lists, demanding bosses, inner-critic, door-to-door salesmen, and yes, even the TV. Build a mechanism into your psyche that allows you to disconnect and seclude yourself when you must, to let your creative energy flow safely and freely. Build it in such a way that it does not rely on the outside environment. That doesn’t mean you can’t institute a physical que. For me – it’s all about the iPod. If I have my headphones on, I’m in the zone, and don’t get in my way. Maybe for you it’s a special treat you only enjoy when writing, or a favorite sweater. As long as it’s something you can take with you anywhere, I think it will work. The idea is that, even without the food, the dog still drools, i.e. the que helps you create the ‘creative space’, just remember – it’s inside you.

    3. Find a balance point. If you wait for everything to be ‘in order’ before you write, you’ll never get there. On the other hand, if you could give a flying f*&%, as long as you’re writing – you’ve probably swung too far the other way. Find the balance point. You’ve found something you love, something you’re passionate about. That’s amazing. You’re lucky. But don’t let the rest of life pass you by. No venture, no matter how passionate you are about it is worth missing out on life. Also – writing is multi-faceted. Make sure you don’t sell yourself short and only spend writing time on the part that you like the best. Balance your pursuit of the craft so that you’re well-versed and continually growing. Your work will show this. Like with anything in life, you will ‘feel’ when you’re in balance. You know your limits. As long as you are honest with yourself in setting them up, they will serve you.

    Final note:
    Let me just say again, I’m in constant pursuit of it. I wish I had some formula to give away, but none such exists. We are all individuals, and what works for one of us doesn’t work for all. This is working for me, right now and I am trying to fine-tune it. I’m seeking a balance between my non-vacuum, and my creative space time, and I break my ‘creative space’ time up between studying craft, reading in the genre, writing exercises, writing what I have to (projects that need revisions, finishing, etc.) and writing what I want to (the story where the muse is on speed).

    I wanted to get everyone thinking about their own internal balance-point because my next post will be on goals, and knowing your limits, and your balance -point is critical when setting goals for yourself.

    ~Gwen

  • Writer’s Retreat Action Dolls

    We’re starting a new trend here at Writer’s Retreat. Why limit ourselves to just blogs, websites and book trailers on YouTube? A doll in hand is a great way to get to know the writer herself. Purchase us and we can become pinky friends forever. Confidants. Learning tools. Stress relievers.

    Get to know us. We know you’ll love us. 😉

    Byz
    She’s the Shake Your Booty doll in red hot Moostsies Tootsie shoes and Daisy Duke shorts, the doll who (gaspa!) caught Parliament’s eye. Lingerie is her passion, but after pushing out so many kids, now she wears low boy panties. Just perfect for booty shaking. Comes with her own charger and a Dukes of Hazzard poster.

    Dawn
    Proof positive that Barbie loves heels, we give you Pinky Leigh in a pair of Manolo Blahniks and a barely-there two piece bathing suit. Dawn’s skin will tan under the sun or a lamplight. No need for batteries. Just tip the hinged head back and pour an ounce of hot chocolate into her neck when it’s time for recharging. As a special bonus, Dawn’s prayer for world peace is included. Playboy Bunny tatoo stickers sold separately.

    Eaton
    An Artist’s Way convert, Eaton comes with the book by Julia Cameron, plus a number of mini dictionaries that can be read with a magnifying glass. They include: A Dictionary of Dates, an English/German dictionary, a Hebrew/English dictionary, and a dictionary on dictionaries. Perfect for word lovers everywhere. Also comes with a package of fake tatoos that you can stick on the doll, or on yourself.

    Eden
    Need to take your boss down a peg? Eden, aka Bulldozer, is your doll. Dressed head to toe in black and sporting a plastic baby Glock that shoots Cheetos from ten paces away, this doll is a distraction for anyone. If her chest-out-to there, or the gorgeous strawberry blond hair doesn’t catch your attention, the orange powder left by the Cheeto bullet will. Pesky legal disclaimer to follow.

    Gwenny Pig
    A multi-tasking doll with an I’ll go first t-shirt, Gwenny Pig (guinea pig) comes with one Rave Mary Jane Ked and one Laser Earth shoe. She’s the dare devil with the backpack loaded with energy bars, duct tape, Band-Aids, college-ruled notebook paper, one smex novel, a grappling hook for mountain climbing—you know, just in case—and a box of matches. Also included is an adult sized t-shirt (please specify small, medium or large) to match Gwenny Pig’s, and a four pack of Red Bull.

    Kat
    Let’s Play a Game doll Kat comes with a pair of Bunco dice and a how-to booklet. Also included is a small Twister sheet on which you can place Kat in an amazing number of positions. (Please note: all of the WR Dolls can play this game.) Kat’s an interactive doll who’s programmed to play a wide-range of games, including Monopoly, Scrabble and Truth or Dare. The Kat doll is so good at contests, she also comes with her two book prizes: Emily Ryan-Davis’s All The Trees In Pearl and Tempted by Megan Hart. A must-have doll for game players and romance readers everywhere.

    Liz
    An inter-active doll, Liz can teach you to swear in French, Spanish or pig-Latin. She comes with a pony named Mephisto and a barrel of artificial apples and carrots that can be fed into the pony’s mouth. German and Italian languages currently in development. Not intended for children.

    Morgan
    For King Arthur fans, Morgan represents the character Morgan le Fey, a beautiful spell-brewer with delicate emerald-tinged wings that match her gown. Also included is her [unwanted] purple familiar, Ursula the octopus. Ursula is safely contained in a small aquarium. Two AAA batteries are required to keep Ursula’s tentacles in motion. Morgan also comes with the Camelot movie soundtrack.

    Noony
    The ultimate OCD doll, Noony comes with a number of accessories. She’s the most expensive doll we offer due to her interactive versatility. She’s programmed to inspire your fitness workouts, to help you learn the difference between knitting and interweave crochet, can list the properties of a Croton lechleri tree, and, if you’re open to it, tell you how to listen to your Higher Self. A truly educational experience for the discerning doll purchaser.


    Te
    ss
    Dressed in Hawaiian nurse scrubs and a mini stethoscope that can be worn as a bracelet by the doll’s owner, the Tess doll comes seated in her own Ford Escape. You can remove her from the vehicle, but the car’s alarm will blare if she’s not replaced within sixty minutes. Made especially with asthma sufferers in mind, we’ve gone a step further with Tess to make her more human-like. If you squeeze her belly, she coughs. Requires two AA batteries. Inhaler sold separately.

    Unhinged
    What this doll lacks in stature, she makes up for in laughter. Pull her left leg and she emits a monkey bark sound of laughter that can startle the unwary. Great for pranks. She comes with a variety of Mary Jane shoes and chauffeur’s hats. Undies not included.

    ~*~*~*~

    Available for purchase only at fine retailers.

  • Have a go 🙂

    http://www.languageisavirus.com/magneticpoetry/index.html

    I used the Charles Baudelaire kit and made this

    I’d love to see your attempts 🙂

  • Wiley Wednesday

    This post is late, late, late! I forgot it was my turn to blog today, fortunately my friend and fellow writer Kathleen Oxley thought to remind me, thanks Kat. In the process of getting this post written and published I have had some interesting experiences. The first being that as I read over the finished article this morning, I noticed Blogger had posted their own notification at the top of the window, that they were having an ‘outage’. Said outage was apparently going to happen about the same time as I was working on my post. Without thought I pressed publish, not having saved it all as a draft. Yes, you guessed it, Blogger ate my post, every darn word.

    Now that post had taken a bit of effort on my part as my girls were getting ready for school at the same time as I was writing it. It seems that I am the only person who can find a pair of socks in this place, or know where the mp3 player got put last night, or the only one free to let the rabbit out. Strange how when I want to write, no one is able to fend for themselves. Bless them, they won’t be home for hours yet.

    Just as I was getting back into this, my two older girls, came for a brief visit. The post went on hold again, with the save button clicked this time. It is impossible to compete with two pregnant women, who need their mom to discuss all manner of things maternal. Frustration took on a whole new meaning to me this morning.

    The day has brightened and I am back to writing this post, not without substantial help though. My friend, fellow writer and Artist’s Way mentor, A.Catherine Noon, Noony, helped me get some serious perspective on my day. I am calmer and now able to think rationally about the events that have lead me to this point in time.

    My two eldest girls, pregnant, delightful and chatterboxes when together, have been at their disruptive best. They forget that I am more than their mom, that I am a woman and have things that are important to me; that I am committed to. I explained to them earlier this morning that I had plans for the day and would not be available. The issue for me here, is my need for my own space to be the whole person I am. After having had no personal space or boundaries for a long lot of years, the reforming of boundaries is proving to be difficult and a little painful.

    I feel like I am in a battle for my inner freedom and perhaps that is a little melodramatic for some, but I am in the midst of this and it feels very much like a battle to me. I want my offspring to know they are loved, wanted, enjoyed, cared for and part of all the things that go into a loving family. But I am serious about my writing and I need some personal space to develop and grow in this new found passion.

    I can see that leaving the nest is not an easy or comfortable thing for these girls of mine, but for them as well as myself it is necessary. I am going to quote Noony here, “Grab them by the leg and as you fling them from the nest, wish them a happy flight!”. Sounds harsh – yeah, it does. Will it work? Who knows, I am hopeful! You don’t have to be a mom, being a woman is sufficient to have relevant views on these matters and I would love to hear from you; read what you think about these or related issues.
    Regards
    Eaton.

  • The Night Is A Harsh Mistress, by A. Catherine Noon

    The Night Is A Harsh Mistress

    Chapter 3

    Of course, you know what they say about good intentions. The alarm went off precisely at eleven and she nearly knocked it on the floor trying to get to the snooze bar. She blinked muzzily out the window and fished for her pack of cigarettes. Only one left.

    The broad-leafed tree outside her window waved gently in the breeze, the leaves flipping softly back and forth and creating mesmerizing patterns. She lost herself in it and didn’t realize she’d dozed off until the alarm buzzed again.

    “Dammit!” Her cigarette was mostly ash by this point, dwindling to nothing in the ashtray. She sat up resolutely and scrubbed her face.

    She felt better after a shower in the building’s small gym. She wandered back to her office, her bag clutch in her hand, and saw a door ahead of her open. She sighed, knowing what was coming.

    “Miss Carmichael? Is that you?” The familiar voice of her landlord preceded the rest of him into the hallway. He hadn’t needed to ask, obviously, but he thought it would ‘smooth social interaction.’ She knew this because he told her it was his technique for dealing with all his tenants, as though he forgot she was a tenant too.

    “Hi, Mr. Singh. How are you today?”

    “How am I today?” he repeated in his sing-songy, overly-friendly voice. “I am just peachy today. I have two more tenants that will move in on the second floor, Miss Carmichael.” He beamed at her. “And how are you today?” He really wasn’t as flamingly gay as he sounded, he was just that friendly. He made her tired.

    “I’m good, Mr. Singh. I have a break on a case and I finished another case, so things are moving along well.”

    He stepped closer to her. “You should come over to dinner on Friday, Miss Carmichael,” he said in a quieter voice, like it was a secret. “My sister’s friend is here from India and her son is with her. He is a very eligible bachelor, you know!” He beamed at her, showing all of his pearly-whites in an overexuberance of dental perfection.

    “Mr. Singh,” she started.

    He held up a hand. “Say no more, Miss Carmichael. I understand.”

    She doubted he did, but refrained from frowning at him by sheer will.

    He bent even closer, so he was only a few inches from her ear. “Just think about it.” He stood up quickly, as though afraid of being too intimate with a single woman in his hallway. “Have a good day, Miss Carmichael!” He disappeared into his office without waiting for a response.

    She sighed and walked into her own space and closed the door. She set the bag down on the unmade couch and only then did she realize she wasn’t alone. She whirled.

    “Still sleeping in your office, huh Raych?”

  • Uninspired…

    Today is my day to blog and I’m woefully uninspired. Nonetheless, here’s an amusing video.

  • ‘Minutes to Midnight’

    In their new album, Minutes to Midnight, bad boy alternative rockers Linkin Park show a new more somber and introspective side. Their first few albums dealt heavily with the traditional teen subjects of relationships and anger at parents, lovers, and themselves. This album sinks its teeth deeply into the emotions surrounding death and loss. Their distinctive sound of rap woven into a rock background is still present, though less obvious than before and gives way to serious lyrics and themes. It’s the same band that we enjoyed before but they’ve grown a little older and a lot more world weary.

    There are a variety of different subjects on this album. Two songs are filled with social commentary, notably about the war in Iraq with lyrics like “When the rich wage war it’s the poor that die”. Another discusses the devastation and abandonment of hurricane Katrina victims. Both have clever wording and showcase the current US President in a less than flattering light. 

    We also find two hard hitting ‘scream fests’ perfect for moshing, especially the viciously sung and worded, “Bleed it Out”, It features a man confronting his ex about their relationship by ‘ripping open old scars, digging in deep and letting the blood flow’ with cathartic and disturbing imagery. “What I’ve Done” concerns trying to change one’s life and become a better person.

    “Put to rest, what you’ve thought of me,
    While I clean the slate with the hands of uncertainty
    So let Mercy come and wash away
    What I’ve done.” 

    But the real meat of the album, by far the majority of songs, deal with death.  In “Leave out all the Rest” they muse about how their families will view the legacy they will leave when they die, will they be remembered for the few good things they’ve done or forever be thought of as the imperfect souls that they really were. “Valentines Day” is a devastatingly harsh observation about how holidays can be painful to celebrate when a loved one has passed.

    “So now you’re gone, and I was wrong 
    I never knew what it was like to be alone,
    On a Valentines Day, on a Valentines Day” 

    Listening to “The Shadow of the Day” we cope with the impending death of a loved one. In my opinion the story involves a woman who has recently given birth. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I work with new mothers that causes me to read the lyrics in that particular light. I find them hauntingly beautiful and tragic at the same time.

    “In cards and flowers on your window,
    Your friends all plead for you to stay,
    Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple,
    Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

    And the sun will set for you,
    And the shadow of the day,
    Will embrace the world in gray,
    And the sun will set for you.”

    I have always enjoyed Linkin Park.  Listening to them with my children gave me an appreciation of their talent; but it wasn’t until this album that I got a copy of the CD for myself to listen to while I drive. I enjoy the variety of songs and the mature themes, and there’s always the added benefit of having my kids’ friends think I’m ‘cool’ ‘cuz I listen to ‘good stuff’. 🙂 

  • Lets Get Inspired!

    As I was sitting here trying to figure out what to write, a very good friend suggested sharing what inspires me! So big thanks to Cat for the idea and Gwen for the pep talk 🙂

    Okay, so onto the inspiration people! What inspires me? What do I do while I’m writing? What starts my mind twirling towards a story? Honestly, a little bit of everything. Music, food, men, cars, a fabulous new pair of shoes! Let’s start with the first though. Music is always a source of inspiration for me. The drawl of a country song, the anguished scream of rock, the arrogance and confidence from a pop song. It all blends together to make fascinating characters to me.

    Miranda Lambert has a great country song Gunpowder and Lead that gets me fired up and wanting to kick major male…err…booty! It brings to the page a tough as nails little spitfire. I can see her now. Black eye, split lip, messy hair and murder in her eyes. Next on the playlist is Korn. Gives me more of a creepy vibe. Sets me in a dark, smoky little bar. There’s a man in the corner staring at me with a gleam in his yellowed eyes. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up and I want to leave. Now. But I can’t, because I have to be there. Why? I don’t know-I haven’t written the story yet 🙂 But as you can tell, songs are a major source of inspiration. They take me away to another time and place.

    What else inspires me? Food. I love to cook, and I love to eat. Sometimes as I’m cooking I imagine I’m a cook in a manor in the 1800’s. I’m cooking a big southern feast for twenty plus people. Or maybe I’m cooking dinner for my boyfriend for the first time. Or as I’m standing there cooking an escaped convict breaks in and holds me hostage! EEP!! Hahaha My imagination often gets the better of me and I find myself terrified for no reason at all!

    I think the last thing I’ll talk about today is men. I know that sounds bad-but hear me out! The male characters are always the easiest for me to come up with. Part of it is because I’m surrounded by men. I have very few female friends on this side of the country so most of my time is spent hanging around my husband and his friends. Often one of the boys will get in a situation and say something that drives me nuts! I constantly think if they’d only listen to me I could fix their lives hahaha (me? a control freak? nooooo…err..yes. very much so!) So I will write a story based on them. It starts out as their story but I “fix” it. I also tend to find my friends a happily ever after. Besides stories about “the boys” I have to ask-what woman doesn’t occasionally fantasize about the drop dead sexy man in the grocery store??? Haha My fantasies just happen to get written down!

    Okay, so this was your glimpse into my head. There are many many more things that inspire me, but hopefully this little bit helps to inspire you some too!

  • Flash Friday the Fifth

    Every Friday, we will post links to a collection of flash pieces written by our contributing Authors and guests. They may be related to the same prompt, they may be randomly assembled, they will always be enjoyable.

    This week, we have a collection of submissions to the FFC April 2008 Edition. This month’s theme is THE ELEMENTS: Earth, Water, Fire, Air.

    Eaton Bennett
    The Element of Fire: Hugo, an Officer in the King’s army, has serious doubts with his chosen career as a soldier. Life changing decisions are very difficult to make, but when Hugo sees what has to be done his courage does not fail him….

    Andi King
    Muse: For the Flash Fiction Carnival, a 693 word story using the elements: earth, air, water, fire (spirit).

    A. Catherine Noon
    Elementary: One for each of the elements: Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Spirit.

    Kathleen Oxley
    Reacquaintance: A witch renews her connection with each of the elements.

    Liz
    The Power of the Eclipse
    A priestess banished from her temple finds a new source of power.

  • Poetry

    Discovery of Poetry

    Of all the things I love to read, poetry has never really been on the list. But as I have been delving in to what writing is, how to improve it, add passion to it; I have realized that I can no longer ignore poetry. It is too valuable a tool in the art of writing to overlook.

    Much to my surprise I enjoy it and am so amazed at the different styles and subjects written about by poets. I am discovering the major poets and their works, for the first time as it were. Looking through different eyes and for different reasons than when I was at school. I have discovered that there is some innovative contemporary work out there too, not just the classics.

    I understand the intricacies, the patterns and the rhythms necessary to write poetry. Bringing the words together is like a dance of words. Practicing the steps over and over again until everything flows to the set rhythm. There is something about poetry that makes me think it is full of secrets, waiting to be uncovered and if I look carefully and use my senses as well as my intellect I will discover those secrets.

    Poetry is like a treasure chest, full of amazing jewels, different ones for the taking at every reading. I had the thought as I was writing this, that it is like lots of twinkling stars dotted throughout the innumerable writings in the world. I know this is probably a very fanciful idea, but it suits my perception of poetry. I have added a couple of links to some contemporary poetry as well as those on this page.

    I Love a Sunburnt Country

    Waitress Poems

    Proof

    That I did always love,
    I bring thee proof:
    That till I loved
    I did not love enough.
    That I shall love always,
    offer thee
    That love is life,
    And life hath immortality.
    This, dost thou doubt, sweet?
    Then have I
    Nothing to show
    But Calvary.
    —Emily Dickinson

    Love’s Philosophy

    The fountains mingle with the river,
    And the rivers with the ocean;
    The winds of heaven mix forever
    With a sweet emotion;
    Nothing in the world is single;
    All things by a law divine
    In another’s being mingle–
    Why not I with thine?

    See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
    And the waves clasp one another;
    No sister flower could be forgiven
    If it disdained its brother;
    And the sunlight clasps the earth,
    And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
    What is all this sweet work worth,
    If thou kiss not me?
    — Percy Bysshe Shelley

    Love

    1 Corinthians: 13

    If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
    but have not love,
    I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
    If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
    and if I have a faith that can move mountains,
    but have not love, I am nothing.
    If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,
    but have not love, I gain nothing.

    Love is patient, love is kind.
    It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
    It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered;
    it keeps no record of wrongs.
    Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
    It always protects, always trusts, always hopes;
    always perseveres.
    Love never fails.

    This is only a portion of the biblical text.

    Eden’s Poem: Run Me to My Ruin

    I added Eden’s poem because I like it.

    He said, She Said

    This clever poem is by, Kathleen Oxley, it won her a place on the Erotic Woman Site. – erotica.

    I hope you enjoy the poetry and see it with new eyes as I have. Enjoy!