Showing posts with label #poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Our Guest Today is Scarlet Braden #OurAuthorGang


Please join me in welcoming author Scarlett Braden.


Scarlett Braden ran away from her secret monochomatic life in the United States and escaped to the colorful town of Cuenca, Ecuador. Her life is now prismacolor; kinda like her hair, and no longer secret. She began writing and realized that's where all the voices in her head came from...it was characters waiting for her to tell their stories. It drives her a little crazy that they won't tell her the whole story before she begins typing, but she's learning to keep tranquilo and let them have their say. She spent most of her life not being able to tell a lie (to save her soul), to being a professional liar: the kind of liar that makes up stories. You never know if what she's telling you is the truth or fiction...or if what you say next may find its way into the pages of her next novel or in the stanza of a poem.

Scarlett's new release, LYRICS OF A TRANSCENDENTAL LOVE, will be available sometime in January.


Scarlett loves hearing from her readers and may be reached:

https://www.facebook.com/ScarlettBraden.Author
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorScarlettBraden/
https://www.facebook.com/S-J-Braden-1971533376454394/
https://twitter.com/ScarlettBraden
https://www.amazon.com/Scarlett-Braden/e/B01B6EK7GA
scarlettbraden.com


Sunday, September 24, 2017

Prose and Poetry #OurAuthorGang

by Author Grace Augustine


Excerpts from a 40 year compilation of prose and poetry:

A day in the life of a clown
For one and all to see
Sometimes up, sometimes down
So, what's right for me?
Am I now alone
In this foolish game?
Can I still condone
Life's fortune and it's fame?
Do these tears still fall
Drowning what's not right?
How I fail to hear you call
As you whisper in the night.
I want to be aglow
From all the love you give...
Your warmth I want to know
So I'll more fully live.
I need to be with you
In all parts of my day.
To find our love renewed
Through all the words we say.


ICICLE TEARS
Porcupine quills
Puncture the sensitive tendons
Of the soul
As the precious life blood
Seeps through
The pin-hole openings
Draining all energy and emotion
Traumatic transformation occurs slowly
One in which all systems shut down
Only to become
Stony grey and cold and hard
My heart and I cry
Icicle tears.


Dance Little Snowflakes, Dance
On silver skates you'll twirl
Late at night 'til early morn
With laziness you'll swirl.

The children laugh aloud,
You can even hear them skate.
Rows and rows of snowmen
Now stand guard around the lake.

The chilly North winds blow,
You seem to heed their call.
Float then gently down,
Uniting as you fall.

Biting, whirring whirlwinds
Create mounds of deep white fluff.
The piles grow ever higher.
Isn't this enough?




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