“How can I go forward when I don’t know which way I am facing?”
John Lennon
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.
Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street,
And listen to the music, faint and sweet,
That echoes ever to a listening ear,
Unheard by those who will not pause to hear
The wayward chimes of memory's pensive bells,
Wind-blown o'er misty hills and curtained dells.
One step aside and dewy buds unclose
The sweetness of the violet and the rose;
Song and romance still linger in the green,
Emblossomed ways by you so seldom seen,
And near at hand, would you but see them, lie
All lovely things beloved in days gone by.
You have forgotten what it is to smile
In your too busy lifecome, rest awhile.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
There comes a time in everyone's life where they question what they are doing and why they are doing it.
I have reached such a hiatus in terms of why am my blogging? What am I blogging about? Who reads my blog?
I am proud to report that I have between 600 and 800 readers per week, and according to #Weebly dashboard and #Analytiks, people spend an average of 44 seconds on the site, which means that at least half of those people probably read the whole thing!...
I have been blogging for two and a half years solid, first weekly, and then biweekly. It takes a huge amount of research and creativity to produce poems and art work and without some feed-back from my readers, I wonder if it is worth it.
I am getting ready to go to England for two weeks to visit with my family. Both my parents turn 90 this year, and my mother has been very ill.
We are hoping that she will enjoy her 90th year in reasonable comfort, and that my father will have the strength to keep up his spirits despite their decelerating life style. They have been together for 70 years, and much hangs in the balance for the near future.
We shall be having, a christening, and a family party, there is a funeral to attend, and in addition to visiting with friends, I shall be meeting new family additions.
I plan to take a sojourn from my blog until the last week of September and shall resume at that time.
I am hoping to retain my loyal readers, and want you to know that I imagine that you enjoy my writing, and gain something from my efforts.
However, I am feeling the need to hear from my you, my audience.
Am I fulfilling your expectations? What is it that you are looking for? Why do you read my blog, and what do you enjoy about it?
In short, I am feeling Poetic fatigue.
My second book is in in progress, and I need time to spend on the artwork and its production.
I started my webpage in order to have a platform from which to advertise my book, The Moon of Compassion.
If you have not yet had a chance to down load my book, feel free to do so here. It is available on #iTunes for $4.99
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-moon-of-compassion/id892598396?mt=11
It is not just an eBook, it is an audio-visual book. I recite or sing the poems, and you can hear my rendition when you touch each illustrated page.
The update fixes some of the audio problems that people were having after the iOS 8.
(I am working on an Android version for both books.)
I am expanding my website to encompass more services and more interesting links. I already have a link to #Book Creator, a wonderful book formatting app, (a link to the FREE download is enclosed on my page).
I also added a tab entitled #Past Tense, which provides a link to my essential oil website, #Womenessence, where you can purchase Past Tense, and other essential oils and blends.
John Lennon
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray
In glimmering valleys, cool and far away.
Come from the greedy mart, the troubled street,
And listen to the music, faint and sweet,
That echoes ever to a listening ear,
Unheard by those who will not pause to hear
The wayward chimes of memory's pensive bells,
Wind-blown o'er misty hills and curtained dells.
One step aside and dewy buds unclose
The sweetness of the violet and the rose;
Song and romance still linger in the green,
Emblossomed ways by you so seldom seen,
And near at hand, would you but see them, lie
All lovely things beloved in days gone by.
You have forgotten what it is to smile
In your too busy lifecome, rest awhile.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
There comes a time in everyone's life where they question what they are doing and why they are doing it.
I have reached such a hiatus in terms of why am my blogging? What am I blogging about? Who reads my blog?
I am proud to report that I have between 600 and 800 readers per week, and according to #Weebly dashboard and #Analytiks, people spend an average of 44 seconds on the site, which means that at least half of those people probably read the whole thing!...
I have been blogging for two and a half years solid, first weekly, and then biweekly. It takes a huge amount of research and creativity to produce poems and art work and without some feed-back from my readers, I wonder if it is worth it.
I am getting ready to go to England for two weeks to visit with my family. Both my parents turn 90 this year, and my mother has been very ill.
We are hoping that she will enjoy her 90th year in reasonable comfort, and that my father will have the strength to keep up his spirits despite their decelerating life style. They have been together for 70 years, and much hangs in the balance for the near future.
We shall be having, a christening, and a family party, there is a funeral to attend, and in addition to visiting with friends, I shall be meeting new family additions.
I plan to take a sojourn from my blog until the last week of September and shall resume at that time.
I am hoping to retain my loyal readers, and want you to know that I imagine that you enjoy my writing, and gain something from my efforts.
However, I am feeling the need to hear from my you, my audience.
Am I fulfilling your expectations? What is it that you are looking for? Why do you read my blog, and what do you enjoy about it?
In short, I am feeling Poetic fatigue.
My second book is in in progress, and I need time to spend on the artwork and its production.
I started my webpage in order to have a platform from which to advertise my book, The Moon of Compassion.
If you have not yet had a chance to down load my book, feel free to do so here. It is available on #iTunes for $4.99
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-moon-of-compassion/id892598396?mt=11
It is not just an eBook, it is an audio-visual book. I recite or sing the poems, and you can hear my rendition when you touch each illustrated page.
The update fixes some of the audio problems that people were having after the iOS 8.
(I am working on an Android version for both books.)
I am expanding my website to encompass more services and more interesting links. I already have a link to #Book Creator, a wonderful book formatting app, (a link to the FREE download is enclosed on my page).
I also added a tab entitled #Past Tense, which provides a link to my essential oil website, #Womenessence, where you can purchase Past Tense, and other essential oils and blends.
Before your thoughts are disturbed,
Before your solace is perturbed,
Before you something wrong hear,
Take rest for a while my dear!
Please take rest, please go to bed
You will be to somewhere led;
That place will be without fear,
Take rest for a while my dear!
Through sleep go to fairy land,
You will hear songs, musical band;
There no worry would be near,
Take rest for a while my dear!
Go and play with clouds so high,
Raise laughter, no tear, no sigh;
Take goblets of wine and beer,
Take rest for a while my dear!
Go and gambol with winds so fast,
Fotget your future as well as past;
Skip with rainbow, shed no tear,
Take rest for a while my dear!
With your rest, no worry will rest,
A good medicine you can easily test;
Go not far away, dear it is here,
Take rest for a while my dear!
Your tired face I cannot see,
You are busy like a bee;
At variety of life please, peer
Take rest for a while my dear!
Your good face is a withered flower
That induces a refreshing shower;
With matchless eyes please leer,
Take rest for a while my dear!
This rest would renew your charms,
My dear, rest is best, no harm;
My dear, what I say please hear,
Take rest for a while my dear!
Professor Niamat Ali Murtazai
A Pause by Christina Rossetti
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.
I did not hear the birds about the eaves,
Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves:
Only my soul kept watch from day to day,
My thirsty soul kept watch for one away:--
Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves.
At length there came the step upon the stair,
Upon the lock the old familiar hand:
Then first my spirit seemed to scent the air
Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand
Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair
Put on a glory,and my soul expand.
So without further ado, I will take my vacation.
I look forward to reuniting with you at the end of September.
I would like to offer one more thing…
I will send a free link to my book to the first 5 people who respond to my appeal for feedback!
Please write to me at womensvoice1@gmail.com.
There you have it!
Have a great September!
Namaste!
I look forward to reuniting with you at the end of September.
I would like to offer one more thing…
I will send a free link to my book to the first 5 people who respond to my appeal for feedback!
Please write to me at womensvoice1@gmail.com.
There you have it!
Have a great September!
Namaste!
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