Migration A little fog, a little snow a little icy rain has grounded all the iron birds till weather clears again. A mighty fall of passengers now fills the airport lounge an unexpected stopover to water and to scrounge. Their tickets said it was nonstop but leading lines of weather interrupt diurnal flight— at least… Continue reading Migration
Today (October 16th) Tracy Krauss is launching her newest novel, Wind Over Marshdale. Buy it today and get all kinds of other great gifts – including books by award winning authors. Click on the link to find out where to buy how to collect those goodies: http://tinyurl.com/bmx6clh I read Wind Over Marshdale this summer and… Continue reading Take advantage of book launch goodies!
Welcome to the blog at violetnesdoly.com, my home base for sharing my life as a reader and writer. Here I will post: Book reviews. Interesting things I'm discovering as I research the Bible times setting in preparation for writing more biblical fiction. Developments and trends in the world of book publishing and marketing. Reviews of… Continue reading Welcome!
I took this photo on a September holiday several years ago. It's a lake along the Sunshine Coast Highway, between Sechelt , B.C. and the Earl's Cove ferry terminal. It was perfectly still; the air was absolutely breathless. That sense of peace, as in rest from labour and waiting is what I often feel on… Continue reading Shutting down
sorting photos long ago, it seems so long ago all faded now to harvest gold and avocado green glossy rectangles and squares declare it so stiff sepia grooms and lacy brides that glow coiled hair, dark lips, like 20’s starlets from the screen long ago, it seems so long ago hosts of people I don’t… Continue reading sorting photos
Diane's post about wild geese on Random Noodling last Poetry Friday reminded me of this poem. Are the geese doing their autumn flypast where you live? This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Diane at Random Noodling
Train Song Sing train to me whistle high-low slidenotes echoing through canyons calliope your coming - Violet Nesdoly ************* There are few sounds that make me feel as nostalgic as the whistle of a train. That's probably because trains were a part of my childhood. Our farm bordered on a branch line of the old… Continue reading Train song
************** We returned home on Tuesday from a wonderful two-week holiday that we spent exploring Salt Spring and Vancouver Islands. What fun it was to hike beach trails, find our way to an artisan bakery and a goat cheese factory, attend the Saturday market, and generally make friends with some beautiful spots on our B.C.… Continue reading beach poems
Love Of Fare At the poetry fair verbiage fills the air as I sample each poet’s concoction: haiku-rich canapes, free-form salads, parfaits of thick verse, sonnets baked to perfection. Wine of symbol and sound, liqueur lyrics abound I’m becoming an addict of diction, till I stumble around very drunk on profound poems that make my… Continue reading Love of Fare – Poetry Friday
Medalled Life is a balancing act of giving and receiving a volley of serving and being served We need to learn to use misfortune’s winds to sail us forward jump over each day’s hurdles without breaking stride focus on our targets so that we might hit them stroke, stroke, stroke and never stop until the… Continue reading Medalled
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