Author dear, when finished, do you mind That the spilled ink upon my lines Be dried that I do not stick? Stick to myself, I do not wish As care was taken to have uniform style An open space for your leisure and pensive time. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
When the case goes bad, the guilty man Excepts, and thins his jury all he can. J Dryden.
So dear writer, Hang your pen over my blank Why have you not scribbled today? Or is it... that the tributaries of your brain froze? Why, Writer's block I deem...? Do you know that if you stare at me long enough That is all you would do.. Go take yourself a brisk walk Run, jog,…
During my midnight rest Writers become possessed By fleeing words in mind Tosses digested ones aside To find that hungry leaf of mine, A midnight snack I am forced to eat! ©2018∼VearnaGloster
And the poet asked, "should your surface I scratch?" With the sensibility of its tannish hue, the page answered, "of course dear Poet, you may not know, but pens do tickle my fancy." Poet,Page and Pen, succumbed to Words. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
My soul is my friend who consoles me in misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy of humanity, and he who does not find human guidance within himself will perish desperately. Life emerges from within, and derives not from environs. From The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran. Here…
We always seem to want what's out of reach. While what's within reach is taken for granted.
Bodies in the sun Wine, rum and tempo for so Dry season happy heat ©2018~VearnaGloster
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's Wine, and the heart's nourishment . I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and The virgin kisses me and places me Upon her breast. SONG OF LOVE... from KAHLIL GIBRAN TREASURED WRITINGS.