"How do you know when it's summer time in Ireland?"
"The rain is warm!"
This was supposed to be a blog about writing. In a way it is. Most of my life I have attempted to write poems, short stories, plays and even books. I have had a limited success in terms of having a book published, short stories in regional anthologies and a comedy broadcast on BBC local radio and bits and bats in newspapers... Anyway enough about me, YAWN! Like most writers, I have several manuscripts sitting in folders and on the hard drive and I am always sending off book proposals and for ever waiting for the email notifier to light up in the corner of the computer, saying:
"We love your manuscript and want to give you an advance of ten thousand pounds and would like to invite you to an all expenses paid holiday in San Tropez!"
We can dream can't we?
Any road. Thanks to 'Blogger' I can write and write and publish for free on the Internet. If there are any writers out there who want to talk about writing please leave a comment. In the mean time here's a poem I did compose many moons ago about Autumn. Must start writing poems again. I know there's no money in poetry but who cares?
AUTUMNS SAD LAMENT.
Green, brown, grey and yellow
Nature is on the retreat,
Soil, turf and rock
The upholstery for my seat,
So another season, another part of life,
A time for reflection, or a time for strife,
The fish becomes less active and fathoms out the river bed,
Oak sways windward and forgets the leaves its shed,
Squirrel gathers acorn and grass no longer grows,
Swallow migrates and pets bid 'aure-voir' to rose,
All is feeling sad and all is at an end,
This is Autumn preparing for it's Winter friend.
Keeping with an Autumn theme. Here's 'Autumn Leaves' by Eva Cassidy. Thanks to You Tube, Eva Cassidy music lives on. Think this is her last ever live performance. God must have some great concerts and musicians in Heaven?
See you later in the week. And to all you writers:
" Keep on writing!"