The Place on the Rocks
written by: Russell Colclough
Dwelling in my home with disfavour of the neverending grey, the hail taps on my window glass. And yet, there can be a special place away from the lonely cries brought forth by my self-pitying life. Hoping and longing to be in that place where my mind does wander to stories of smiles…
Standing, I stare through the window of battered ice, and my attention commits to despondent thoughts beneath the congested sky. Enough I say! Slamming my hand to the tabletop with a thunderous crash, I close my eyes…
Thinking of the towering skyline beyond the ocean and before the mountains rise. I smile, for I can be in my place on the rocks, and those wretched thoughts just drift on by…
I am new to writing. I have only been writing for one year. I have had no education on writing, although I have always been interested in words. With family responsibilities, bringing home the bacon so to speak, I have not had the chance to write. Being the youthful age fifty eight, I am not ready for the field, so I work, and learn to write. It does take time to learn, the river flows so small, yet gains in size, it travels so far, no shortcuts along the way.
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