A day’s work feels like five.
I am so tired, yet still alive.
Struggling to think,
My glasses aren’t pink,
Longing for distance, longing for peace.
Morning will seem fresh,
Then some old, some rehash,
Till evening the mill will work,
Kindness will seem like a perk,
Longing for joy, longing for release.
Just a normal day – such a pity.
Should be more than the nitty-gritty.
Maybe I am not looking right,
Might be I have issues with my sight,
Longing for peace, longing for release.
This is just me blowing off some tired steam and frustration. No literary value added tax, don’t worry;)
Plenty of everyday heroes out there. Look around and look in the mirror.
Dear fellow human,
I have been an ill-fated prisoner of this extravagant house of mine for longer than I care to remember. It enchanted and entrapped me even while I was having it built. I now know just how much I sacrificed for it, and I will never be able to make up for that, to myself or to others.
But once I entered its premises, I simply couldn’t get out! The hold of this enchanted threshold was just too strong for me, and I have remained within my beautifully gilded cage till this day – the day of my death. ‘Why?’ you may ask yourself. Well, there is treasure here, in the heart of the house – shiny, cold, smooth and astonishing – a secret treasure of life! I found it a long time ago, but I didn’t want to share it with anyone… ever. So I stayed here, with my deepest secret, turning my wonderful blessing into my fatal curse…
This is an excerpt from The Threshold, my e-novella. Dare you read? It’s just a book… no harm ever came from reading a book…
The Threshold on Amazon
Lovely illustrations and a positive message
A friend of mine lent me this neat little book and I just read it to my child.
The illustrations are quite charming; I like the vivid colours and character definition. The text itself is in rhyme, which I find very useful in teaching children to enjoy reading, intonation and drama.
I will definitely use this in my English lessons with my little students to teach them about nature, colours, actions, role-play; but also the importance of being kind, brave and a good friend.
And they will have a blast playing dinosaurs, no doubt there!
The paper is empty.
It looks at me blank.
I feel I have nothing to give.
Then letters come pouring.
The book people begin to live.
The canvas is white.
It looks like a shroud.
Will my colours help it survive?
I pick up a brush.
The strokes reveal all.
Emotions and dreams are alive.
The room is so silent.
It haunts me to pain.
If only a sound helped it heal.
My thoughts echo sounds.
My lyrics are true.
I know what I want and feel.