Blogette Number 1. A Blogette is a short or small blog. Today, January the 11th, I was guest poet/writer/speaker at a church 'Creative Writing Group' which meets every month on the second Saturday. I was really quite nervous about it, as they not only listen to the poems but then discuss them afterwards. I was …
The wind whispers secrets, a chilling refrain, Of leaves turning crimson, then falling like rain. The sun, a pale ghost, hangs low in the sky, As nature prepares for a long, silent sigh. The world, once vibrant, now cloaked in a shroud, Of snow covered branches, where shadows crowd. A stillness descends, a peaceful embrace, …
“You know, it’s all quite splendid,” Said the old man dressed in red, “It’s splendid, splendid, splendid,” He shouted from his sled. “That Christmas time should come again Like clockwork every year. So, I bring you all glad tidings Good wishes and great cheer. Enjoy yourselves, my little flock Good food, good wine and beer. …
Definitions: Otherness is the result of a discursive process by which a dominant in-group (“Us,” the Self) constructs one or many dominated out-groups (“Them,” Other) by stigmatizing a difference – real or imagined – presented as a negation of identity and thus a motive for potential discrimination. Otherness... an image created using Ai. Not the …
A Song for Advent. In the quiet of December nights, Candles flicker, soft and bright, Whispers of the ancient story, Of a promise, of a light. Advent bells are ringing, Hope and peace they are bringing, Hearts are eagerly waiting, For the love that’s dawning soon. Stars are gleaming in the sky, Guiding us to …
Twisted vines entwine, Strangling sunlight, reaching high, Green shadows entrap. A tangled web spun, By spiders in the morning dew, A sticky embrace. Lost in the thickets, A path forgotten, unseen, Nature's maze unfolds. https://josephmasonauthor.com/about/ If you like what you read, treat me to a coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/josephiu Thank you.
Foretelling or foreboding, a fearful apprehension, Through misty veils, a future's dim extension, Echoes of past and whispers of tomorrow, Draped in a cloak of shadow and sorrow. - A hesitant heart, in twilight's grip, Uncertain path where foot might slip, Yet courage stirs within the night, A spark of hope, a guiding light. - …
11th November 2024 In Flanders fields where poppies blow,Amidst the cross-marked rows aglow,Brave souls who fought and now repose,Their legacy, a peace bestows. The silence whispers tales of old,Of valour, courage, hearts so bold,Each name, a story etched in time,Of sacrifice, of life sublime. Armistice morn, a dawn anew,Of hope, and skies of brightest blue,We …
Seaside whispering, Moonlit waves in quiet dance, Secrets kiss the shore. Overtone vivid, Canvas bursts with life's embrace, Spectrum's song revealed. Undertone subdued, Whispers float on twilight's breeze, Night's embrace is hushed. https://josephmasonauthor.com/about/ Please help a thirsty author and treat me to a coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/josephiu Thank you.
