Tale Weaver #125: of the writerly persuasion 22.06.17

I think we all have a secret passion of writing a book Lorraine.

My life is an open book,
Full of blank pages.
Ideas live in my head, my dreams,
But to hands, ink and paper
Don’t transcribe.
I wake with a title,
A fairy tale, ghost story,
Of death or destiny,
All disappear like the sleepy dust
From my eyes.
My book will not come.
But one thing never fails:
She reads and re-reads
A hundred times,
This priceless manuscript
Of memories,
My weekly letter to Mum.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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3 Responses to Tale Weaver #125: of the writerly persuasion 22.06.17

  1. Lorraine says:

    Lovely! You have captured that moment between sleep and awake when all our best ideas come to us. I like the idea that the weekly letter is “This priceless manuscript Of memories.”
    Thanks for playing along.

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