
Venture to a road less traveled
mysteries wither, then unravel
a fate explained
a purpose gained
amidst the trodden gravel.
© Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Venture to a road less traveled
mysteries wither, then unravel
a fate explained
a purpose gained
amidst the trodden gravel.
© Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

You know how, when you finish that memoir, novel, book of poetry, and all of a sudden, your realize it’s done? Over?
Maybe your writing is in the hands of an editor. Maybe your work is already published (Hooray!). But now?
Perhaps you’re all-too familiar with this phenomenon called writer’s block. Maybe you feel the agony of it now because any new characters at your door aren’t knocking loud enough for you to hear.
You miss forming words into sentences and sentences into paragraphs and paragraphs into a manuscript. You long to taste new words on your tongue and massage them between your fingers. But they are out of reach. I’m included in this category of empty blockheads.
Perhaps, for novel writers, we should start with a real block. Each of the six sides holds the secrets to starting anew.
Side one: Think of a cool protagonist.
Side two: A badass antagonist.
Side three: The inciting incident. Is it dangerous? Emotional?
Side four: The setting. Dark? Beautiful?
Side five: Devise a plot around sides one through four.
Side six: There’s a theme in there somewhere. What is it?
Don’t know about you, but I’ll be tossing my block around for a while until it hits me in the head.

Wreath of light, it then surrounds
the wonderment of joyous sounds
hear the laughter
trailing after
blessings with no bounds.
See previous here.


The mourning dove, late afternoon
cooing out its peaceful tune
the sounds of grace
that fill the space
of any lonely room.


Is it not Life tries to ruse
by preaching riches can amuse?
The unpretentious
conscientious
find true meaning in life’s clues.


And isn’t it the butterfly
Who, at first, must analyse
escaping routes
and second doubts
before it reaches sky?


The sands of time, they move to lure
passing moments most demure
each bit of grain
each one contained
to keep us safe and sure.
