Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart
(Lamprocapnos spectabilis)

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 It looks like a rewrite of an entire section of my murder mystery is in order.

While contemplating what needs to be adjusted I distract myself with this pretty image captured on a recent walk around the neighbourhood.

Still, back to the trenches I go …

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014

 

Snow Can Be So Pretty

Coated

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An eerie stillness permeates the air

And with the wind the trees doth creak and moan.

Their naked branches not so very bare;

As coat of ice doth shiver, shake and groan.

Ol’ Man of Winter hath his fury wrought

As Mother Nature weeps for what she’s lost.

The children of the Earth in tempest caught

Their innocence, as e’er, too high a cost.

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The calm after the storm a vacant shock

As minds and hearts and souls themselves adjust

To what is lost of nature’s precious stock

And come to terms with this we children must.

For precious life to all of us is given,

But none of us are guaranteed to heaven.

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I’ve started a new journal.

As I am inclined to do, I flipped through the pages of my last journal to see what I’d left behind and found this sonnet written during the great ice storm of Christmas week December 2013.

Written by candlelight, I imagine. I don’t remember. That week is such a blur. Surreal, I suppose.

I love trees and it distressed me to see them suffer under the volume of ice they bore. 

Now, two months later, the only ice left is under foot, and this is a hazard all its own.

Perhaps a month from now the view will be green instead of white. Judging by the mountains of snow and three inches of ice underneath it, spring could be a long way away … and messy.

Still, snow can be so pretty.

Winter

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell Creative Works

Everyone’s A Critic

I’m writing a novel. A tongue-in-cheek murder mystery set in the world of melodramatic opera divas and dysfunction. I’m having fun with it. I was raised in that world. It’s time to poke a little fun at it.

Recently I’ve acquired some help.

Indiana, my 17lb bundle of feline flesh and fur has taken it upon himself to do a little pre-editing.

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Is it possible I indulge him just a little too much? 😉

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014

Desert Island Day Dreaming

Daily Prompt: Five Items

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Playtime

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A desert island. Isolation. Nothing to do but be.

But how to be?

When pondering what to write I thought first about my list. I wanted to know where my survival instinct would take me. Would I be all “Oh my gosh, I’m stuck on a desert island!! Save me! Save me!” Or would I  adopt a “T’is cool, man” attitude and enjoy the experience.

Assuming there would be a plentiful supply of food and water, etc. I didn’t give this another thought. Frankly, I could survive on bananas and coconuts. 😉

So, given that the “necessities” of life are under control, I present to you a list of five items I would consider necessary to my survival were I to find myself alone on a desert island without human contact.

1) My horse, Bear ~ My thoughts drift to a favourite childhood book, The Black Stallion, and the movie by the same name released in 1979. I want to play out that scene on the beach (minus the snake), where Alec and his wild new equine companion, The Black, are frolicking together in the tropical sun, chasing each other across the sand and splashing in the water. The sequence in the movie is 20 minutes long and features absolutely stunning cinematography. I’m sure Bear and I would have fun and spend many happy hours thus engaged.

2) My digital camera ~ I couldn’t possibly be in a foreign land without my digital camera. So much beauty to capture for future enjoyment after Bear and I are rescued. No doubt I would get spectacular shots of my boy running and playing on the beach.

3) A journal and pen (counted as one item) ~ I’m a writer. I need to document things. I suppose that’s where the camera comes in too. I need to write down my thoughts, feelings, observations. Pour my heart onto the page. Finger writing in the wet sand won’t cut it.

4) My ukelele ~ On a desert island I would have time to play my lovely ukelele and sing. I don’t get to do that these days. I might play everything in the key of C, but at least I’d be playing. 😉

5) A book of Shakespeare’s Sonnets ~ I would immerse myself in the beautiful language of this gifted poet and it would, perhaps, inspire me to write sonnets of my own.

Hmmm, this sounds good. I might enjoy some time on a desert island.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013

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