No
By H.A. Handy
Copyright (c) 2005 by H.A. Handy
Counting words
Dreaming dreams of fancy
Escaping Here for Fantasies
Why does it have to be so much work?
Rejection slips
Writers' markets
Research in dusty rooms
Where is the glamor?
Wakeful nights
Wondering about plots
Quick notes in a fuzzy sleepy brain
Is this how it is supposed to be?
Would I change anything if I could?
Is it even possible?
Would life be as interesting?
No.
I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Another Piece of Poetry
It seems I am hitting a poetry streak these days. Not one to hold in the inspiration, I am letting the pen, or in this case the pencil, do what it needs to do in conjunction with my brain. I hope you enjoy it.
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