By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness. - Pablo Neruda
Writing Prompt: Love Story
This is one of the hardest things to write. There are thousands of stories and very few themes in the world, but I think that to write love convincingly is enough to twist you in two, make you doubt yourself and make you feel like grabbing your laptop, closing it and using it as a... Continue Reading →
Quote for the day
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. --Aristotle
Quote for the day
"A true friend stabs you in the front." - Oscar Wilde
Quote for the day
" Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. "
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Love letters and poems aren't the least bit difficult to write, if you write directly from your heart into the ink and don't channel through your brain first. ~Graycie Harmon
Pablo Neruda – XVII: One of my favourite poems
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light... Continue Reading →
Writing Prompt: Chocolate, Love and other addictions…
I wondered what would happen if I combined all of my addictions at once. I went home, put on my flannel pyjamas and began my preparations. In the kitchen, I put the coffee on and went to the wine rack to make a selection. After skimming the bottles, I chose a Montana Pinot Noir and poured... Continue Reading →
Poem: Sonnet 17, Pablo Neruda (my favourite)
Sonnet 17 I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers,... Continue Reading →
Poem for the day
October by William Morris O love, turn from the unchanging sea, and gaze Down these grey slopes upon the year grown old, A-dying mid the autumn-scented haze, That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men... Continue Reading →
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