SoWal Writers Group Starts Again

[mikecat adjuster]

When stars fall they leave a flame.
When loss is felt, there is a pain,
And sorrow courses through every vein.

Hope is that time heals.
But then days pass, and time reveals.
That underlying all the pain,
Is life itself, regretfully mundane.

So the search ensues,
With fragments unearthed,
Desperately desirous,
For happiness’ birth.

And soon will be rendered,
If time is arrived,
That salient moment
Where ‘succinct’ is derived.

Undoubtedly general,
As poets can be,
But through words and between them,
Truth, one can see.

 

[Camellia]

Would you please post a link with info about how to sign up for the Escape to Create Writer's Conference?

 

[Lynnie]

Happiness, no one can take
For it is innate;
Despite disturbances and pains
With happiness, always that cognizance of gains.

Unseen as pains are, private,
For some deeply stored behind a transparent gate
Yet, around every corner an excitement for renewed strength
Makes a smile easy, Pure Love the Desire.
This Desire manifests the Truth within.

 

[shellak]

pj's closed

just fyi - pj's coffee is closed in redfish village so bring your own drink, food, whatever!

 

[ronfrazer]

see Their Website for the October Writer's Conference at Seaside.

 

[ronfrazer]

The group has new members and the discussions are better than ever. Please join us on Tuesdays at 10am in the library above the Redfish Village management office. Bring your own coffee or tea.

 

[julier]

It's been a couple weeks since the last post. you guys still meeting? I would love to join.

 

[mikecat adjuster]

The depth of my tears and from where they flow,
No one can truly know.

The picture at which I peer I don?t remember the year,
But it is of my son.

His eyes and their stare somehow travel through air,
And meet me with utter permanence? and I die.

I die because though he smiles, there exist below something I know.
And I know it all too well.

It is what he misses in his heart. He misses what my soul has never felt. The days I did not see him grow. The hours I did not feel his heartbeat against my chest and his breath against my ear, telling me, ?Daddy, I love you.? The nights I failed to hear his cough as he retired to bed, not being able to kiss his forehead, tuck him in and escort him into dreams. The days not spent on the lawn, pitching and catching and looking into each other?s smiles, our eyes like Planets, orbiting in each others love.

But perhaps one day in some form God will smile upon us and give us a new beginning. Perhaps He will allow us a life without the battlements of the human condition. Perhaps we will exist only as love and need no container to hold us.

That is the life I live for. I live for Evan Michael.