“As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: First Part
Creative Writing Saturday
An African Thunderstorm
From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Turning sharply
Here and there
Like a plague of locusts
Whirling,
Tossing up things on its tail
Like a madman chasing nothing.
Pregnant clouds
Ride stately on its back,
Gathering to perch on hills
Like sinister dark wings;
The wind whistles by
And trees bend to let it pass.
In the village
Screams of delighted children,
Toss and turn
In the din of the whirling wind,
Women,
Babies clinging on their backs
Dart about
In and out
Madly;
The wind whistles by
Whilst trees bend to let it pass.
Clothes wave like tattered flags
Flying off
To expose dangling breasts
As jagged blinding flashes
Rumble, tremble and crack
Amidst the smell of fired smoke
And the pelting march of the storm. ~ David Rubadiri
Quote Tuesday
A mind that is stretched by a new experience
can never go back to its old dimensions. ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
Creative Writing Saturday
The Moon
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide;
Mortality below her orb is placed.
-Raleigh
The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray
Mounts up the eastern sky,
Not doomed to these short nights for aye,
But shining steadily.
She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless,
My wayward path declineth soon,
But she shines not the less.
And if she faintly glimmers here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She’s mistress of the night. ~ Henry David Thoreau
