Tag Archives: Writing
A New Year Waits To Be Written
A new year, like a new journal, begs to be filled with all there is to say. It’s OK to not fill up every page, every minute, every gap in conversation and it’s fine to start a new year and … Continue reading
A New Year On Its Way
Peeling off the pages of unused calendars, wondering at spaces left unwritten in my journal, counting down the days, the hours until a new calendar, a new journal, another chance at noticing, experiencing and recording all of it. ©Sharron R. … Continue reading
Times Have Changed For Poets
Years I spent typing out my words on an Underwood typewriter with carbon paper between the pages, folding, sealing, stamping, mailing waiting. Waiting to hear from publisher, editor, friend. I had to include stamps for my own rejection slips. NOW … Continue reading
Five A.M. In My Studio
I showed up, but not my muse – pen and paper, just a ruse. What to do when words don’t come, sit and stare, is all I’ve done. Thoughts skip in then disappear, no ideas, nothing here but sun beams … Continue reading
Google Doesn’t Do It For Me
Not quite the same as standing up from my desk, reaching to the top shelf of my book-case, searching for the worn green cover, ‘The New Roget’s Thesaurus Revised Edition. Essential for Home, school, office.’ An old friend always there, … Continue reading
Literary Writers
Literary Writers write other people’s words, use successful people’s names, recall famous people’s opinions. In other words, to be considered a writer one must parrot well what has already been written to somehow prove one is well read, clever and … Continue reading
Poet In The Tub
It’s not that easy writing in the tub book edges are wet, blue lines smudge but fluid inspiration is best written when it flows. Submerged in tepid water thoughts unclog and ideas gel, but by the time I’m toweled off … Continue reading
Writing
Writing is self-indulgent, she said. I smiled, but thought, “So is eating but we have to do it.” Maybe she doesn’t but writing to me is as necessary as eating. ©2017 Sharron R. McMillan
Alden Nowlan – Great Canadian Poet
I’ve spent days on the couch with Alden Nowlan, took him to bed, soaked in the tub together and still, I wonder, where is his greatness. Is it in his prolific scribbling or in his disciplined mailing out to any … Continue reading
So Where Was I
So, where was I in my life story? I left. That was not the end but the beginning. I could write scenes, of a naïve young woman taken for a joy ride through half her life or how she survived … Continue reading
A Poem by any other name. . .
. . . is still a Poem.
A Writer
A Writer is simply a Photographer of Thoughts. Brandon A. Trean
Our Eyes
Our eyes are the mirrors of our minds, the reflectors of our personality and our character. We have but one pair and they must last a lifetime. ~Sharron R. McMillan (I wrote this when I was 14 years old.)
Just A Poet
I am just a poet not a spinner of yarns, my characters hold love and hope in their arms. Concise and spartan my words on the page, not padded with phrases that try to sound sage. Between words and pictures … Continue reading
Dancing With Memories
“Here, in this house, her recollections glowed like embers on the hearth, and each night, in their warmth, she’d take a memory or two down from the shelf and dance with them for a while.” ~Ari Berk
