A MOMENT IN TIME

  

She was dissolving
In her own tears
A pity party attended
By one
 
A moment in time
To take what road?
To carry on in misery
Or try another path
 
A decision too hard
To make. A giant step
To take. A moment
Would tell the tale
 
Of her life this time forward
This day, this hour, this moment
Yes or no. Which way to go?
Life in the balance, hanging
 
Hoping to do right
But what was that?
This too would pass
There was a path
 
She took a breath
Then heaved forward
Not looking back
Changing, for better or worse

 

Are You a Lone Wolf?

Hello and Welcome! It's been a long time since I've bothered with my Lone Wolf page. Not that I want to neglect it but I've been dealing with illness and now that I have dealt to a point, I am BACK and anxious to renew my blog and carry on. I got to thinking. What is the purpose of this blog except to display my work, my books, poetry and sometimes a song or two? And, I think I have an answer, 

My initial message has been POSITIVE THINKING. And, it still is, however, there is more to my message. But, first I have a question and if you are reading this, I'd like you to take a moment to think about my question and how it might relate to you and to your life. So, the title of my blog, Lone Wolf is not a frivolous title. It was well thought out and applies to me, as it might apply to you as well. In a later post, I will try and explain a bit why I chose such a title. So, yeah, back to the question. Do you relate to being a Lone Wolf and why? If you never thought of this before, PLEASE, take a moment to think about it. What's it mean to you? In life, in family, in your personal journey? LET'S HAVE A DISCUSSION.

 And to start, here is the first poem in my Lone Wolf poetry book. 

 THE LONE WOLF

 She walks alone 

 In darkness lit 

 By moonlight 

 In full delight 

Her den is deep 

Her mind is keen 

Her eyes, clear

Her ears, sharp 

She hunts because 

Of survival 

Her prey is leery 

She’s ever-present 

In day, she travels 

And rests on sun-scorched 

Grass, and dreams of 

Wind and thunder 

 

She relies on no one 

Not animal nor human 

She fears little 

But knows when danger lurks 

Her day is now. Her time 

Has come. Her world to

Explore...for now she

Is the lone wolf

THE DREAM SERIES

Hi Everyone, My five book series, THE DREAM SERIES, is now available in ebook and also paper back editions. The item before on Raging Nightmare is the fifth book in the DREAM SERIES. A family saga from 1930s to 1990s. CHECK IT OUT!

One life taken, one life given, one life obsessed and driven. Once upon a time, there was a love that could never be. Once upon a time a woman and a man crossed paths for a brief interval then moved on. In 1935, Alice Dunbar is a new teacher. It is her first year in a one-room school. She attends the local dances and has given her heart to a young fisherman named Raymond Sweet. Her journey is long and sometimes turbulent in the small fishing village on the shores of Northern Nova Scotia. Times can get tough when Atlantic storms take your husband to sea and you wonder if he is ever going to return to you. After three kids, trouble multiplies when a raging storm blows up the Atlantic and threatens to change the young and once again pregnant Alice's life forever.

THE VALLEY

 POEM FROM THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT RHYMER

Wild flowers grow in the tall waving grass

Nature at its finest. Featuring the colours 

Of the rainbow in a crown of splendour

Intermingling with the choir of birds

 

All under a clear blue sky of

Such brightness and brilliance

As to blind one’s eyes with

Beauty, and alert the mind

 

Where hazy mounds surround

And protect, and meandering streams

Wind hither and thither feeding the

Land with moisture, replenishing life

 

Grazing cattle and horses enjoy 

The abundance, while a passing deer 

Intermingles for a short while

And no one minds the company

 

Jagged rocks line the streams 

And birds of that nature take

The opportunity to build nests

Where safety is mostly guaranteed

 

All is peaceful under a rising sun, a new

Day has begun. The bees, busy as usual

The butterflies happy to be alive. The richness

Of the land, only some will understand

 

STUFF IN THE WORKS

TWO NEW BOOKS THAT ARE VYING FOR MY ATTENTION. HMM, WHICH WILL I FINISH FIRST?