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My Writing: Goals For 2017

My goals and plans for 2017.
• Write a post on a subject I never mention. But needs to be written.
• Take vacation without informing family members until the last-minute.
• Write more poems.
• Finish editing my book.
• Have patience and motivation when editing. (Don’t Delete file by mistake again. I will always check Recycle Bin.)
• Write one post on a tough topic. Later, in the year.
• More photo shots.
• Research my family history, which is a mystery.
• My education In my younger years, I had to put off furthering my education. Now, I want to learn new things.
• Job hunting again. Apparently, not many appreciate honest help. (Maybe, a future post on this subject. Never know with me.)

I think my list for 2017 will be simple or maybe not. But never with me.

 

 

Last but not least, a few photo shots I have taken in the past years. (Photo shots not in order.)

As it went down I snapped shots of these nice

sunset, frost, winter, Southwest Louisiana

A Beautiful Southwest Louisiana’s Winter Sunset.. 2014

Getting Close To Lunch Time

Getting Close To Lunch Time

 

Beautiful, sunny day, winter, cold, Southwest Louisiana;

The last time there was an Ice storm was  back in January of 1997.
Jan. 27, 2014

Hummingbird in Mamou Tree

Hummingbird in Mamou Tree

Have a wonderful week. 🙂

 

My Photo: A January Visit

As the month of January 2016 rolled in with a rush, so did these lovely photo shots.

It was one of those evening, where ideas formed in my mind.

It was one of those evening, where ideas formed in my mind.

I never know what I will capture in my photo shot or how breathing the view has on me.

I am always amazed by the sunset, for I never know what I will capture in my photo shot.

I am always amazed by the sunset.

 

A cold quiet January afternoon. I am always surprised by the photo I capture.

A cold quiet January afternoon. I am always surprised by the photo I capture.

I have to admit these photo shots came out okay.

Have a great weekend! 🙂

 

My Writing: 14 Years Ago Today

Okay, this little essay was written a few years back, Today it’s a dedication to my Dad, who was a rice farmer for fifty something years before retiring.  14 years ago we lost my Dad (Heart attack. That’s all I will say for now. That was the first upside down and nightmare.)

Anyway, after reading this essay and editing once more, I  can say I am finish with this essay… Unless, I find something wrong. But never know with me.

 

Haunted Fields

From dawn to dust

He walks the lonely fields, each day,

With his shovel over his shoulder.

He checks for anything amiss in the fields.

 Those whom seen him says,

He hasn’t aged since the day

They first met him.

He, still wears his old straw cowboy hat

Blue faded long sleeves shirt and jeans.

Of course, he still wears his green hip boots.

To walk in the murky water of the rice field.

Now, a days he does not speak to many.

Maybe to those whom seen him in the per-dawn hours.

From what I have heard.

He walks in the distance rice fields.

They know it’s him by his shovel

over his shoulders.

Others seen him on John Deere tractor

plowing away in a field

and mysteriously vanish by their presence.

The only sign of him, ever being there

is the lonely distance sound

of a John Deere tractor’s whistle

fading into the sunset.

No one knows why he walks the fields.

 If they did, they would have tears in

the eyes.

Maybe someday his search will be over

and he’ll finally rest.

 Haunted Fields ©V. ROSE DEMET ™2013

 

 

Maybe next year, I will write about that day.

Maybe next year, I will write about that day.

Last but not least a new little Rose bush is blooming.. Roses was my Dad’s favorite flower also.  He could take a Rose branch and plant it in the ground and a few months later. The Rose bush would be growing. He had a green thumb for gardening.

 

Red Roses Series

Red Roses Series

 

My Writing: A Personal Essay Visits Again

Okay, I told myself, I would not post this essay again. But as the days got closer to the upside down day, (11 years ago.) I decided to edit and rewrote this essay once more.

 

Rita
Her eye was filled with coldness,

 Her voice was furious as the wind.

Her movement brought destruction and fear to all in her path.

She brought sadness, left nothing untouched.

She took what she wanted from those in her way.

She took my home, my belongings, and  what I kept close.

 The one thing she could not take from me, is my childhood memories.

This, I shall treasure close to my heart for all time.

Rita ©Verna Rose Demet ™2015

Note:

Everyone had their own personal thoughts on that day. I have my own also. I have not written about it. (I won’t go there yet. ) Perhaps, in a few years, I might write more on Sept. 23, 2005 and those days, which followed.

 

Last but not least the only Rose bush that went through a lot.

 A White Rose

 

My Photo: One Crawfish’s Adventure

Okay, I took this photo shot a few years back. After looking at this photo again. I think a short story idea formed from this photo shot.

Mister Crawfish had no idea his luck was about to change nor the outcome..

Will Mister Crawfish be dinner or Have an unusual adventure?  

 

 

My thoughts on this photo

An Unsuspecting Crawfish.. Mister Crawfish had no idea, his luck was about to change nor the outcome.

 

Have a great weekend!

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Writing: My Final Poem

Okay, I have to admit as sudden as my poetry writing mood appeared, it suddenly faded away. Until next time…

Last but not least. A poem about fear.. In my case job hunting.

Last but not least. A poem about unknown fear..

~~Her Fears Into The Unknown~~
She enters the dark forest with fear
Each steps she takes, she hears
Screams and echoes, “Don’t go!”
“You should not be here.”
But she keeps going farther
Into the dark forest
A mist forms around her
She hears a very low sound
She steps into the center of the forest
Everything is quiet now
Has she found what she’s
Been searching for at last?
She reaches a crystal case
There, a young maiden sleeps
She hears a weep as the crystal case
Melts from the touch of her fingertips
Now, she sees the fair maiden’s face
And recognize herself.
Her eyes open, the dark forest
Turns into a golden forest.
She has overcome her deepest fears
Into the unknown…
©V. ROSE DEMET ™2016

Have a great weekend.   🙂

 

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

My Writing: Revisiting My First Prologue

Oh, I am having one of those days where everything, I read looks awful including some of my past posts. Which means some posts from the past, will be making a few appearance in the future.

Anyway, when I wrote this post, I was unsure about the Prologue title or page numbers. Each time I read the Prologue pages, there was something wrong with the paragraphs. This gave me a headache and bugged me. But after reading once more, I decided I had to cut a lot of pages.

Anyway, here is my work in progress.

Prologue: The Curse
The wind whipped through my long auburn hair. I stood before the one who betrayed my family. My eyes met his bitter blue eyes.
“I ask you once more, Grandmother.” The bearded man replied. “Where is the stone?”
“I will never tell you, John.” I replied.
“Old woman, you are foolish.” A young blonde woman commented next to her.
“No, you are the foolish one.” I stated. “For those who marry your children shall be cursed.”
“She must be mad!” The crowds exclaimed.
The young king swung towards them. “Silence!” He roared out. “Your words mean nothing to me, Grandmother.”
“Oh, you should, John.” My green eyes met his. “Each night green eyes shall visit you.”
“We have our mystic to break any curse you cast upon us, Grandmother.”
I glanced towards the stranger. He had black magic within him. Only mine was more powerful.
“No mystic can get around this curse.” I answered. “Only 13 noblemen shall break this curse.”
“Enough!” He exclaimed. “Get rid of her.”
“With pleasure, Sire.” The hangman replied. He grabbed his victim with his strong arms.
I discovered the black atmosphere surrounded him. Something dark and ancient was in the air, I glanced towards the stranger. “You’re a dark one.”
The hangman placed the noose around her neck, the crowd glance with interest. While others began to laugh, drink, and dance. 
Oh my! It’s an enchantment spell! I thought. 
In, the shadowy corner of the castle’s walls. An archer shot a pure golden arrow and pierced the rope. Before anyone could react. A thick blue mist formed around she  as she vanished.
The stranger turned towards the crowd, the archer vanished. While a dark shadow formed around the crowd. No one saw it, nor known their faith that evening. The sky turned dark reddish and blueish.  A Griffin formed in the distant cloud. 
Her curse rang through out time.

I think I will keep my new Prologue for now. But never know with me.

https://firefly1275.wordpress.com/2013/09/18/prologue-and-ideas-part-2

 

Last but not least here is a photo shot, I took of the sunset a few weeks ago. I zoomed in for an angle shot. I think this photo shot came out okay.

A very cold evening in Southwest Louisiana

My Writing: Revisiting My Old Posts

With everything going on this week. I decided to revisit some of my old posts. Oh, how my writing has changed since my very first post. For one thing I had no clue to what I was doing or how long I would write. My post was short. In rewriting my post I kept it short.  I did keep the original post also.

https://firefly1275.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/my-writing-day-one/

 

Last but not least, here a photo shot of last weeks photo shot.

This photo shots was taken last week.

This photo shots was taken last week.

 

My Writing: Saying Farewell

I thought I would post another poem I have written in the past week.But right now I want to post one that I have posted a few times before. I think it would sum up how I am feeling right now.
Ever had one of those days when everything is going wrong? Well, my week is going bad. Too many distant cousins have left.( They followed each other, they all passed away in the last week. Some I knew some I don’t know.) My cousin was 81 years old, he passed away Monday. (A family member posted his obit. on Facebook. )

He was one of my Dad’s good cousin who use to visit us on his motorcycle he would stay hours just talking with my Dad on the porch. It was an honor to know him.

 

When I wrote this poem I never expected to use it as a way of asking Farewell.  Here is something I don't usually put  :(

When I wrote this poem I never expected to use it as a way of asking Farewell. Here is something I don’t usually put 😦

 

 

My Writing: Surprised Another Short Poem

I guess I am in the poetry writing mood. For another short poem that took me by surprise.

I don't usually write poetry but I am going with the flow.

I don’t usually write poetry but I am going with the flow.

 

Her Darkest Secrets

She has secrets she never told

She holds those dark secrets deep within

People says she is cold-hearted

They do not know  how she weeps in her sleep

Nor the secrets she keeps

If only they knew her darkest secrets

Okay, I will be rewriting this short poem again. But I will leave it alone for now.

 

Have a great weekend.  🙂