SONNET

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
   O! none, unless this miracle have might,
   That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

– SHAKESPEARE

Sonnet 65

 

Academic Writing & Creative Writing

Why not use creative writing and academic writing together? If academic writing is “dull” apply some “color”.

“If you Love it You can Learn It”

“If you Love it You can Learn It”

Author, columnist and songwriter/musician Dave Bidini on writing.

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words-Choosing a Book Cover

http://publishingacademy.com/authors/how-to-choose-the-right-cover-image-for-your-self-published-book/

How do you choose?

Writer

I do not find the words, I find myself, then the words find me.

Fog

Here it comes
Looking like a giant cloud of smoke rolling over the water
Suffocating the mouth of the harbor
Vapor begins to creep over the jagged monstrous rocks
A low long hum from a horn blows its warning
A mysterious mist appears at my door
A salty kiss upon my lips
A tingling spray caresses my skin
A tender dew strokes my hair
A veil of grey forever my home
Fog.

By: Laura Parker

Horse and Train by Alex Colville Wolfville, Nova Scotia.
I am discovering that at the moment I cross the threshold to bare myself in my writing I feel a rush of letting go and after a floating calm.

Stallion

Power she straddles
Beauty moving in passion conquering all
Wind strokes her hair
Free from no escape.

By: Laura Parker

An Affair on Ice

As the sound of a low pitched cello begins
He glides his finger down the perfect arch of her back

In the instant the bows of the violins begin to string their chords, he pulls her small waist in close against him

A flutter of the flutes, an intense stare between them

Grasping her delicate hand, he spins her out of their tight embrace and they dash across the ice together as the drums dance

The sound of the sharp blade of his skate slivers the ice to silence the drums

In one swoosh, he lifts her fragile body into the air into the spotlight

The orchestra roars

Her silver dress shimmers like diamonds

Dazzling

Her raven black hair , slicked back in a bun

Striking

Her arms and legs cut like glass extended

Beautiful

The look of determination in her eyes fierce like bolts of lightning

Terrorizing

The sweat on her porcelain skin glistens like tiny drops of glitter

A meticulous moment

Is she going to fly!

A split second
He releases her
She collapses in his arms

As the sound of a low pitched sound cello fades
He removes his hand from the perfect arch of her back

They separate at the sound of the cheers

She smiles and waves at the audience as she skates away from him

A glimpse of the glitter under her tell-tale eye

Wait..is that a tear drop?

By: Laura Parker

Love and Literature and Harmony

For most people, love songs are our favorite songs (Levintin, 2009). What is your favorite song? What is your favorite poem or story? Are love poems and stories our favorite genres of literature too?