The Yarn Spinner
Carmen Ruggero's Fiction and Poetry
Writing is no easy task, but someone has to do it! So, sharpen your pencils and write, write, write, and please, don't forget to read.
Carmen (Left Foot) Ruggero
Photo by Andrea McIntyre"In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused."
Ernest Hemingway
“God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.”
William Shakespeare
On my guest page this month.
My contributing authors page in this issue, features writer/poet, Phyllis Green. Phyllis is an accomplished and delightful poet and one I am proud to call: friend. Her poetry is featured in the October issue of Poetry Life Times. ://www.poetrylifeandtimes.com/current.html
One to ad to your favorites. Inspiration flows through us like the whispering breeze.
Through You, Like The Wind
When inspiration sweeps past you,
like desert dust as it follows the wind,
and suspends itself in midair,
clouding a sunset's iridescent lip,
what do you do, Poet, what do you do?
Despair? Or do you let your thoughts drift
far from that place in which you stand?
Be still and listen to the desert's silence,
listen; it purrs a distant song.
Seize the moment, Poet,
though it may be clouds you see.
When inspiration sweeps past you
like desert dust as it follows the wind,
do you want to call it back?
Then sit beneath the willow,
breathing its sound as it sways
and witness the night labor
as she births a brand new day.
Surrender to the arms of slumber,
and sleep, you gentle bard, dream.
For all the things you've touched today,
even dust as it clouds the brilliant sun,
have touched your soul, as well.
So, breathe the scent of jasmine,
as it bathes in midnight blue,
and rest peacefully, Poet, rest.
Know the muse has not forsaken you,
for it flows through you like the wind
have touched your soul, as well.
So, breathe the scent of jasmine,
as it bathes in midnight blue,
and rest peacefully, Poet, rest.
Know the muse has not forsaken you,
for it flows through you like the wind.
Carmen Ruggero @2004/2005/2009
