When over moon and under leaf
comes shining in the dark,
and howling winds slip silently
around bluffs tall and stark
Then shall my life be ended
my own year of jubilee,
ice-coated heart befriended,
then love shall set me free.
A blink, a word, a sigh
importance never known
to they who speed my life
with quiet words foretold.
Curl
Wisping
Twist
Smoke rising from a campfire
Lick
Devour
Ash
Fire rising from a branch
Wave
Rustle
Whirl
Branch rising from the wind
Push
Moving
Float
Wind rising from a fire
Smoke
Ash
Twisting
Float
Repeat
Campfire
I write for our local magazine. It's been pretty fun, and I was asked to include another article in this season's addition. Well, I wanted to write an article on teen dating. I think it's something widely universal nowadays, and I wanted to include not only my opinion but the opinion of others. I think it's so important for teen voices to be heard.
Rynere hardly said anything the rest of the day, trying to figure out what Tace meant. There was a stony silence between Danid and Kyndran, and Tace simply watched them, seeming to grow more and more serious as the day wore on.
“You two,” he said at the fire that evening, “don't seem to be doing too well together.”
“What do you expect?” Kyndran said flatly.
“Well, if you'd be less obvious about your intent to kill each other I know I'd appreciate it, and Miss Rynere would probably appreciate it as well.”
“It's not your business,” said Danid.
I think she honestly didn't see me at first. Gianna was about to open her mouth to warn her of my presence as she came down the hill to meet her, but was stopped when Millie let out a cry of surprise.
'Edward! What... on earth!'
'No time to explain you see, kind of in a tough spot!' I shouted back, trying to concentrate again on the task at hand.
Muriel Jean Goucher McLauchlan -- my grandmother -- was born on March 10, 1935 in Bremerton, Washington to parents Muriel and Bill Goucher. She prefers to be called by her middle name, Jean. Jean is a woman of extraordinary fortitude, which she doubtless first gained from being raised with an older brother and three younger: Vyron, Arthur, Robert and Clyde, respectively.
Her childhood sounds appropriately idyllic for the time period, although she couldn't tell me much about it.
The winds were cold
From over mountains old
Where whistling stones were thrown
To rack the trees in forests dark
Moths were biting in the light
Of torches’ fire in the stark
When night was high upon the gale
White breath blowing in the hills
Shadows lay on backs of trees
Wither then many spread
and crossed the crooked stones
Which marked the winding road
A stillness descended like a blackbird on a branch,
like the leaves it disturbed, falling, fluttering, settling.
And light crept, imperceptibly, all at once, growing,
like a tender new stalk in the spring, carrying on its back
a fresh dawn, crisp, crawling, gently proceeding.
The colours were soft, pale blues and greens and greys,
easier on the eyes than the stark, jarring colours of afternoon.
Somewhere there was a horizon, its line glowing with light,
the morning sun stretching its fingers, reaching its rays out
intro ambience...
bass beat in a steady groove.
makes everybody in the club want to move.
chipstep is a wonderful sound, with a
bass so hard that it shakes the ground
party suddenly filled with robots
music slowly getting more like
sound is building, cymbal filling the
silence spilling from the speakers.
drums kick in on a simple beat.
just enough to make you move your feet.
the sound spills into the street.
making everyone who hears start dancing.
Chapter 10 Nicole was spun nimbly around, her short brown hair fanning out. She and Joseph stepped in together, for the next part of the dance. They had been taking ballroom dancing for three weeks now, and they had began to get very good at it. "So, I was thinking," Joseph said, beginning a conversion that meant seriousness. "When we get married." They trotted across the room. "And after our honey moon. Where are we going to live?"