Here's a little poem I wrote off the top of my head one day. Not that it weighed me down, being on my noggin, just had to make room for something else.
Hope you enjoy!
Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream
A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams
Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage
The stage, surrounded by noisy throng
Some hawking wares secured with tongs
Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs
One standing above, above any reproach
Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach
A coach who stores the team behind padded walls
Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream
For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams
Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.
by John T. M. Herres
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
Hello, Once Again!
I just got a notification that my Sister shared a post from this blog on Facebook. The said post is dated last year, and if you want the truth, I did not remember putting it here.
I know I posted it on my blog, BarbarianWriter, but I guess the Blogger page I've set up (which you are now reading), just doesn't rate high enough to get my attention.
Eventually, I will get around to trying to get all the various parts linked together. I'm hoping for, at the very least, 50,000 words, but even that would be considered more a novella than a full-length novel, which go 85,000+ these days.Well, folks, that's all for right now. I will really do my best to get back on that writing thing. Honest.
Thanks for stopping by!