So I thought I’ll start this little series of posts right in the middle of things. This is a topic I briefly brought up in my post about publishing my book, Noble Death. While formatting my book for paperback(I did this in Word), one thing that I had to do some research on was the idea of widows and orphans. Continue reading
Upon finishing my book, I had this idea. I would like to create a series of short posts about some things that I encounter while publishing my book. It won’t be an A-Z guide in any way, at least not yet. Rather it’ll be series of reflection on the challenges with possible solutions, or some helpful tips. I might also throw in a post or two about some interesting stuff I stumbled upon. Ideally, I would like people to ask questions that would spark ideas for future posts, so feel free to comment. Let’s see how it turns out. First one coming tomorrow. Continue reading
I’m fixed to the sky,
I never touch the horizon,
Covered in light it seems I am,
Visible in the night sky,
Yet most of my brothers are hidden away,
I for one play in the foreground,
People watch – from time to time,
The light – wishing,
This is just a short piece written from the perspective of an inanimate object. Recently, some of you might have noticed that I haven’t been posting as often. That’s because I’m working on my novel. I’m currently editing the final draft, but once I’m done, I’ll resume my regular schedule.
Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain.
The smile is in the eyes,
To the soul it’s a door,
That expresses honesty and lies,
It’s the sum of a person’s lore,
Looking deep within,
The spark that flares and dims,
You can see everywhere they’ve been,
Listen to the songs and hymns,
The eyes express emotions and more,
A history of sorts,
The perennial hypnotizing shore,
That reality distorts,
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Patrick Rain
Darkness that is created by light,
Shadows of things illuminated by the sun,
Things casting shadows – why?
If light is everything good,
Why does it create the dark –
Shadows that spread wide?
Their hands reaching with desires,
Yet they can’t grasp,
The darkness – defenseless, powerless
Or is it?
Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain
It was one of those days,
Where the sky is soundlessly lead,
It looms over you – smiling overhead,
A gaze of heavens with a tinge of fortune,
That’s the recipe for luck,
Swinging wide by good chance struck,
It was one of those days,
Where you don’t chase the sky,
For it follows in your footsteps,
Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain
While leaving today, I heard chirping. That’s when I found out that the eggs have hatched. Just like always, I took another pictures. I must say that I was surprised by the look of the birds, especially the eyes. Nature is truly astounding. Continue reading
The music was load,
A cacophonous cloud,
of hypnotizing clamor,
The people shuffled around,
Dancing, smiling by the spell bound,
Eyes closed – voiceless
Words were dead, lips shut –
He struggled to find a way out,
The sense of direction broken,
The crowd surrounded him – pushed to the wall,
In his mind he fell through the hole,
Walking, struggling – running
Out of the crowd of people,
The music redoubled, lights flashed,
Burned by the beat,
Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain
A heart of fangs,
That knows no fear,
Challenging everything,
It’s a pounding life source –
Of hope, determination and dreams,
Fueling the ambitions,
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So this is not exactly a part 2, but a follow-up to my previous post, A Sudden Visitor. The bluebird is never at his nest. Makes you wonder what kind of a parent he is, huh? He should be a spy instead. He seems to be an expert at not only concealing his presence but vanishing into thin air.
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