• OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    OctPoWriMo Day 6-Freedom

    I hope my offering for today’s OctPoWriMo prompt more than makes up for my lack of a creative title for this post. I’m afraid my energy is a bit low today so the brain-box isn’t firing on all cylinders. I hope to get a good night’s rest and come back roaring tomorrow. Prompt: counting syllables write about what freedom looks like for you. I’m afraid I didn’t really write about what freedom looks like to me, but I did seriously consider different aspects of freedom. Are we really free? How do you know? Aren’t we all tied to something in some way? And those who consider themselves free spirits, are…

  • Poetry

    A Pause For Thought

    Am I Still Real? By Jessica Scott   I’ve been wondering about this recently. Once my body has turned to ash and spread wherever it is I want to have the ashes cast, will I still exist or do I become some fictional   character my kids will tell their grandchildren about some day? I mean, I know Mozart was born and wrote his master works, then died. But how do I really know he existed? I’ve never heard his voice or felt the touch of his hand.   I never knew the man. To me he is nothing more than a character I read about in books, and saw…