Freedom, Celebrations and the Writer's Corner

      I hope everyone enjoyed the Fourth of July. It is always a busy time for me. My son Andrew begins celebrating his birthday on the 3rd and it always trickles into the 4th. I spent part of the this year's holiday speculating on freedom and what it really means to our nation and to me personally. 

     This year's fireworks were special to me for many reasons as this year, I truly celebrated the freedom of the soul with a little encouragement from a good friend.

     I don't think we do enough celebrating. I think we can all find something to celebrate each day, if we just take a good look. If you are struggling to find something, let me remind you...that you got up this morning. Did you watch the sun rise? Spend time with those you love? Share a laugh or two with another? Have enough to eat? Starting today, I challenge you to celebrate those small miracles...because that is what they are...miracles.

                                                             In My World

      

     I am still writing a bit, working much and living life. I have faced some additional vision challenges that have kept me offline a bit but I have been working on some work arounds and should be back in full force soon. I am still testing some software and magnification devices for the visually impaired. I will share my findings with you as the research continues.

Other Happenings

     I had a great time enjoying time with family at my Aunt Mary's house for the annual cookout. It was a joy seeing those I rarely see and just a fun time of connection and reflection. The food was great and the company even better! I think we should shoot for getting together more often and I will be making suggestions for that. Life is short. 

I leave you with the Writer's Corner...until next time. Blessings!

The Writer's Corner

Featuring Poetess Candy Brown

I have loved poetry since high school. And through the years learned to appreciate how it heals the heart, fills the soul, and brings such joy, by the pure emotion that flows from it.

A banker by day, and mother of a teenage son, three step-children and three step-grandchildren. Candy enjoys spending lunch time setting by the Mississippi river and writing. 

The River (vignette)

by the river

   there are

   no expectations

             

               just passing moments

                       and breezes

                                         unwritten poetry

                                                                         

                                                    a fragile

                                               leaf

                                    floating

                             atop

                       currents

              drifting

    south

~

by the river

                  my spirit stills

                      in serenity

                                                  regardless

                                                                             of what is

                                                                                         or was

eagles wing

               from branches,

                                  and I know

                                           they see me

                                                                    or perhaps ;

               they

                           only see

                                              the river

~

time has not forgotten

                              it's continuance

carving

chiseling

caressing

                every stone

                                 along the way

and I wonder

               what time

                          has hidden...     beneath

                                                                the murky depth;

I wonder

              if time

                    will remember

                           

                                                       me..

~

metaphors whisper

                                     equations

                                              of simpler things

and suddenly

                   I long to dip my feet

                                          in the river

                                  maybe it

                               will

                             whisper

                                      of canoes,

                                               steamers,

                                          barges,

                                           and dreams,,

of places

            it has been,

                                    and places

                                                    it will venture

but the voice

          I hear

                         is

                               the

                                     ever

                                         gentle

                                              lapping

                                                                                      of waves

© Candy Brown, a month ago

painting (Memory Point)

  

Summer's sweet music

is calling me near,

spirit stirs tranquil

in chorus I hear.

Spanish Moss cascade

in gentle repose,

eden-green notes

from the forest glen flows.

Cattail chords sway

on each slender blade,

alaudine breeze drifts

light over the glade.

Murmurs of native tongue

fall on the air,

I savor the moment

quite blissfully there.

Soothing and peaceful

beneath luscious shade,

stroking each air-brushed

ambrosial brocade.

Music surrounds us

within nature's song,

listful and wistful

as life floats along.

Summer's sweet music

serenely displayed,

soul hearkens tenderly

her serenade.

 © Candy Brown, 2 months ago

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Love Came

~ Love came

between lungs breath

reaping frolic from dazzling smiles

a capricious gasp

not knowing the height or depth,

but drawing nearer

to its multitudinous thrills

~ Love came

voraciously plucking moonbeams

from the heart of night,

spilling the glowing garland of intoxication

upon each embrace

while the sparkling spheres

of heaven danced radiantly

igniting love's ardor

with each kiss

~ Love came

in moods and moans,

shivers and sighs,

tremulous touch

bearing no resistance

lighting the torch of purpose

within the spirit,

where avenues of loneliness

once existed

~ Love came

when least expected

singing melodious songs

out of tune

and didn't care

grasping imperfections

tossing them away,

oblivious to everything

but passion

© Candy Brown, 5 months ago

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The Stallion And The Maid

It's there the earth sifts quietly

and crowds are far away,

she rides the misty trail of dreams

upon her chestnut bay.

Lithe sturdy limbs, he bears her on

no hoof, nor step, are swayed,

through forest glen where light winds blow

the stallion and the maid.

In carefree cadence strong and sure

to unknown paths they yearn,

unfettered by the cloistered world

they care not to return.

And cross the silv'ry winding stream

where greener paths are laid,

they ride with effervescent joy

the stallion and the maid.

© Candy Brown, a year ago

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My interview with friend and published Author

Michelle Anne Noonan Part 1

Q: How old were you when you began writing?

A: I wrote my first poem in Grade 1 about a fish. I continued to write poetry, the earliest stuff I have is done on a typewriter and I think I would have been perhaps 10. I read so much when i was young, i took part in the MS Readathon right throughout primary school and my favourite author was Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl too - oh and Hans Christian Andersen. 

Q: What inspired you to write?

A: I started to take writing seriously in high school, all of my friends loved my poetry and I would write for other people.  I wanted to be a journalist though at that point and was studying to become a classical pianist or actually a conductress. 

Q: What is your first pen?

A: My first pens to speak of are written to the titles of Cyndi Lauper songs, I started a

poetry book in 1987 when i was 14 years old and only put my special writes in there.

Q: What is your favorite piece of work

A:My favourite piece of work is, of course 'Sensual Whispers'. I orginally wrote most of the material in there during my 20s.  Until last year, I had no real desire to publish this material. I actually sent some of these poems in a booklet to said marine whilst he was in Iraq. This was the original reason I wrote it. I was completing a comprehensive writing course at the time and was madly in love with the guy I had met online, who is from New Hampshire and made it through the war, which is a good thing.

Q: Tell me what you would like others to know about you.

A: I am largely misunderstood, very open minded and I need a boyfriend, LMAO. I am secretive as I am a true Scorpio. Hence it was difficult for me to choose writing as a career.  I find it hard to share feelings and in person am very direct.I am not a snob! Despite being told several times now that I speak like I have a plum in my mouth, I am very down to earth and easy going.  For some reason, I get mistaken for all different types of nationalities, the most recent being trans-atlantan! Now I thought that was an airline... 

I am in actual fact so Aussie, it hurts... I rode motorbikes and grew up as a tomboy at heart.
Please stop by Mishy's website to learn more about her life as a poet, author and Australian.

http://mishyanne73.wix.com/mishy

Below you will find a link to her first book,

"Sensual Whispers" 

It is available in paperback and Kindle editions.

http://www.amazon.com/Sensual-Whispers-Michelle-Anne-Noonan/dp/1499013434/ref=la_B00ODI5O9W_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1420914892&sr=1-1