Flashback Friday Poetry: The Life Giver

she is the Life Giver
and the maker of pain
passing along what they taught her
the monsters of her shame
the Creature of False Belief
and the Taker of Innocent Game
create and nurture her grief
for me to one day claim
she attempts not to notice
she won’t accept the blame
her only true crime now
is pretending it all away
while striving for nothing
with everything to gain
she is the Life Giver
and Taker just the same

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Nature’s Secrets

when the Wind can move and the Trees are free
when the Rocks will dance and the Grass can fly
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

Nature’s Children can jump and play with glee
everyone loves to dream with hopes so high
when the Wind can move and the Trees are free

even in places where no one can see
even if the Land of the Earth is dry
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

nothing is more satisfying to me
than that wonderful time that passes by
when the Wind can move and the Trees are free

all of the Insects are chasing the Trees
but this doesn’t cause the Bushes to cry
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

if the Crafty Animals leave them be
Nature’s Secrets and Dreams will never die
when the Wind can move and the Trees are free
nothing can stop all the Joys of the Sea

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

What’s New Wednesday: December

For the blog this month it’s business as usual. Not too many new things going on. I do hope to have another serialized story finished in time to start posting around the middle of the month. It’s titled Yuletide Aviary so it would be nice to have the first post fall around Yule. I think you’ll enjoy it. It’s about birds who help Santa and the elves. These are very adult birds, so this is not a story for children. I’ll have more details about that story later this month as it’s mostly an outline for the moment.

In other news, I haven’t posted much to my Instagram this year and was considering scheduling poetry posts again. I think the last one was back in May. I haven’t decided if I want to start that soon or wait until the new year. I feel I should focus on stories rather than Instagram posts. There’s not much else to talk about. I’m hoping to have lots of new things for the new year, but I haven’t planned that far ahead yet. Some things are too far away to worry about planning for now. As always, if there’s something you would like to see on this blog, please leave a comment. I never know if people actually read these posts or just like them and move on. I’d love to get something other than spam in my comments.