She gives up. Teri had tossed and turned for what seems like hours. She swings her legs off the side of the bed and makes her way to the kitchen. A cup of tea might soothe her. Their earlier conversation swirls in her mind. Of course, he is now sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the thoughts … Continue reading Doting upon… a micro-story
It took years. This search for the answer to “who am I?” She doubts if she is any closer to the truth, assuming there is one. Each time she thought she was near, the road lengthened. She felt a sense of belonging in her world, moving within it with ease and confidence, only to be … Continue reading Binary choice
The poet lives and writes at the frontier between deep internal experience and the revelations of the outer world. There is no going back for the poet once this frontier has been reached; a new territory is visible and what has been said cannot be unsaid. The discipline of poetry is in overhearing yourself say … Continue reading The poet and poetry
Connecting three dots... so bear with me. 1. Late last night, a friend thought I might enjoy Sue Vincent's writing prompt revolving around this picture...in less than 100 words. At the time I was inspired to write of a cosy space, filled with what I love... books. But it was late then... 2. But this … Continue reading The room within
The cat went to the hat and spelt out scat, but the hat spoke back and now is on the attack. When the cat ran by with the hat flying high, the spoon hid in the cradle so timed, so shy. The little boy blue gave chase of the cat, but became enthralled by the … Continue reading Gift of Randomness and Rhyme.
He tries looking beyond the crowd, to the source of the haunting voice. It has appeared from nowhere …and he just has to see. If only the throbbing would stop… His head is ready to explode… and the pressure behind his eyes… what a sweet song. Who is she? A feeling of dread … of … Continue reading Time lost
And he never did, even after the many plans that we made; fantasies I now know. The meeting at the bar in the hotel where I would wait with the excitement of young lovers, restrained familiarity. The coming upon each other on our favourite beach, where he, like me, would love to sit and listen … Continue reading At last #TBT
“Mum, mum, he hurt me, he hurt me!” Sophie runs across the room, hurling herself onto my lap. She curls tight and places her head on my chest, waiting for my soothing words. Peace is shattered. I sigh. The decibels had gone up, steadily and I knew it was a matter of time before Sophie … Continue reading Memento
"With the new day comes new strengths and new thoughts."-Eleanor Roosevelt “The stress of life is the past carrying over into the present as well as the future pressing back onto today. Live in the now.” -Ronovan Hester (Your guest author for today.) As a person of yesterdays and tomorrows colliding in the now, … Continue reading New Strengths in New Friends.
Light flickering…the candle burns to its demise. Like me, it has no choice. I welcome the end though, I wonder if the candle does, if it could think. Never mind, it’s done. What comes next is inevitable like the cliché, night will come after day. But oh what a day I’ve had. I doubt anyone … Continue reading To live another day
Ronovan's Friday Fiction - this should get me writing again. It is a writing prompt challenge and participants are to use at least 2 of the 6 words provided. The words are in bold in the story. ***************************** She licks her lips as the aroma of chocolate wafts through the room, warmed by the heat … Continue reading As always
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 69 with prompt word - haiku, mind In poetry's depth Thoughts unearthed, moments revealed Don't mind its nature. - FlorenceT © 2015 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge 68 with prompt word - pen, muse Meanings and musings I am meant to write instead Love poem I pen. - FlorenceT © 2015 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
As everyone journeys each day through their lives, it does not surprise me that perhaps no one noticed my lack of writing (except for poetry) of late, except moi. But of course. Perhaps one day I will write about the reasons why but this article is not about the whys but the process itself - … Continue reading Putting ‘me’ in writing
I want to thank Hugh for his invitation to guest post... so head on over to Hugh's Views and News for a read.
I have been through a couple of stressful weeks. And as they wind down and with this opportunity to sit back and reflect, I realise there are many things for which I am grateful. Two are specific to this tiny part of blogosphere I occupy. Firstly, I am humbled by the trust and faith you … Continue reading Stay wonderful, every one of you
In the end there is You and I On those lonely nights there was always You The light that shone my way forward The inspiration that brought my smiles My measure of time in You When the cold light of day intruded I am still amazed by You Your clarity in the dizzy heights … Continue reading In the end, You and I
There is a bit of 'reconstruction' happening here. Why? Because I have migrated my other blog here - a blog set up 'to experiment with writing'... meaning in effect a place where I am prepared to make mistakes, to make a 'fool' of myself as I learn new things, to be 'silly' or to take … Continue reading A (somewhat) new journey
Colleen over at Silver Threading hosts the weekly Writer's Quote Wednesday. Check it out. This is my quote for this week. John Green is an American YA author, fairly new having published his first book in 2006. His book 'The Fault in Our Stars' (2012) was adapted into a movie released in 2014. Here are … Continue reading Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Fiction