Friday, 13 January 2012

Desert Places by Robert Frost

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

The Head Dress by G. de Forest Brush

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the children are woken up by the bin falling over in the wind, they think it is thunder

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the night sky is clean as a bleached wound,
I can feel the bone white
                               cut of the half moon

Wave, Night, Georgia O’Keeffe, 1928

Sunday, 1 January 2012

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The bare tree outside the window looks far more beautiful than the decorated one in our sitting room.

Winter Apple Tree 9 by Sunghee Park  view more wonderful pictures by Sunghee Park here...

A writing challenge for the New Year

I joined in with the river of stones last New Year and it was a wonderful experience. It helped me to pause and focus on things I would normally ignore. It prompted me to turn some of my small stones into longer poems and short stories. It helped to get my writing flowing and introduced me to many other talented writers. Join in, you won't regret it!

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