Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Through the eyes, the life waits - the time changes, the love becomes real Behind these walls, vision engulfs me, desire entices me Sealed within decay's monochromatic prism, life's colored fistula eternally refracted beyond his grasp. Illusion or destiny - both beckon from the greyness within Imprisoned by the past only to be freed by the beauty Light emerges, peeling the years away Timid steps from dark decay reach the bright
THE CONTRIBUTORS: Through the eyes, the life waits - the time changes, the love becomes real (www.twitter.com/wisneski) Behind these walls, vision engulfs me, desire entices me (http://michelledevans.blogspot.com) Sealed within decay's monochromatic prism, life's colored fistula eternally refracted beyond his grasp. (www.twitter.com/21stCscribe) Illusion or destiny - both beckon from the greyness within (cari main) Imprisoned by the past only to be freed by the beauty (www.twitter.com/cswriter59) Light emerges, peeling the years away (www.twitter.com/deannaschrayer) Timid steps from dark decay reach the bright (www.twitter.com/marisabirns)
Friday, January 29, 2010
There’s a chunk of my heart left in your hand – but you don’t see it. You probably lost it. Is the forbidden kind of love so bad? To try? The best kind of love is the forever kind. Can forever be silent? Can love be watched? Can I get my chuck of heart back? Can I have a piece of yours?
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I'm 26 years old and happily divorced.
I am an avid hobby collector, among those are writing and photography.
I am currently living in Florida on a farm with my horse. Sometimes I think without my Appaloosa, Ace - I would have been dragged off by men in white coats years ago!
I wholeheartedly agree that, "No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle." - Winston Churchill.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
by Maria Kelly
today the sky is too blue and too bright for me it is far too blue and far too bright to reflect my despair and pain i’d like to reach up and seize hold of it by its corners and drag it down to earth where i would splatter it all over with shades of rainy gray and melancholy black and dirty brown then throw it back up so you would see it and know what you’ve done to me
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
It started with a whisper of wings And the sound of trumpets
The birds fled as the first mortars fired They’re ‘softening us up’ before the charge
Voices raised in song filled the heavens Then fell silent before the hiss of drawn swords
If you hear the shriek of the shells, you’re okay It’s when it goes quiet that you worry
The sky trembled as the angels fought Brother against brother, the first holy war
Then the thundering starts, and the earth shakes As the bombardment falls like an unholy rain
It lasted forever, for a moment, an eyeblink An eternity, but it wasn’t over
The War to End All Wars wasn’t the end It just sowed the seeds for the future
There were still souls to win, Hearts and minds to sway
War rose again, like a ghastly Phoenix From the ashes scattered across a million graves
Heaven and Hell, all to win And everything to lose
Again and again, war returns With the question on the lips of humanity
Even in heaven a war was fought
How can man find peace if God could not?
Monday, January 18, 2010
SUBMISSIONS CLOSE AT 11:59PM EST JANUARY 29, 2010
ALAAT - A Line at a Time. This is easy AND fun. Every other Monday on the Soft Whispers blog, there will be a picture posted. Your job is to think of one line about that picture and send it to Jim. This program has been running for a couple months now and has been really fun! To privately contact Jim, you can email him at Jim@JimWisneski.com, DM on Twitter at Wisneski, contact him via Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/), or send him a text message at 610-573-3720. When you send your line, also include your name, web site, Twitter name, etc. This is important so you can get credit for your line when it’s published!
The lost sky of winter - calm, patient as silhouettes dance away But I am still, beneath my coat of fog and misty veil Hiding, shivering, deep amongst the shadows We breathe in the season, while awaiting the warm color of the sun The sky is held up by frozen trees She leaves us in winter; her glorious soul fades into the mist There's not enough warmth in the world Ghostly as in silhouettes
The lost sky of winter - calm, patient as silhouettes dance away (wisneski) But I am still, beneath my coat of fog and misty veil (firstname.lastname@example.org) Hiding, shivering, deep amongst the shadows (www.michelledevans.blogspot.com) We breathe in the season, while awaiting the warm color of the sun (www.theheartofwriting.blogspot.com) The sky is held up by frozen trees (carrieclevenger) She leaves us in winter; her glorious soul fades into the mist (newsfound) There's not enough warmth in the world (LaCaffeinata) Ghostly as in silhouettes (FutureNostalgic)
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Yesterday I posted a picture and Cytnhia Schuerr took time to write this beautiful poem about it. . . enjoy!
To me, it means FAITH!
There is water beyond the sand.
The rocks beyond the water.
The lighthouse beyond the rocks.
The ocean beyond the lighthouse.
The cloudy sky beyond the ocean.
Therefore, we must have faith that there is something beyond that cloudy sky.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Michelle writes to inspire, take people on a journey and escape their world she is married to an incredibly hot man, with four delightful children.
Michelle won NaNoWriMo in 2009, is published in the 12 Days of Christmas by Jim Wisneski and enjoys sharing her faith, family, fiction and homeschooling journey at www.michelledevans.blogspot.com and @michelledevans on twitter.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Precious touch like a drizzle of rain running down my arm. A kicked wind more like a breeze they say. There’s greatness in destruction just adjust you granted eyes. Lead to the gallows! Watch the spirit fly away! A flock moves south they are silent. . . The large moves so solemn So impossible to know. They reach up – all reach up. They sing away Be safe they say Where the mountains rise is where the sun the black the wind hides.
Pic 1 k – We’re keeping the name but changing everything about it. There will be a picture posted on the first of the month. It will stay put for two full months. Your job is to write WHATEVER YOU WANT about the picture. Write a story. Write a poem. Write a one liner… whatever. There are no word limitations and you can submit as much as you want. What we’re going to do is gather all the entries and the ones we accept, we will post on the off weeks that aren’t being used as feature weeks. (See how nice everything comes together!) Email your stories/poems to SoftWhispersStuff@gmail.com with PIC 1 K in the subject line.
A Line at a Time – A minor change here. The picture for ALAAT will be posted on the first of each month. Your job is to write one line about it and email it to us privately. Then we will gather the lines together and it will make a poem that we will post. Email you one lines to SoftWhispersStuff@gmail.com with A LINE AT A TIME in the subject line.
FOR ALL SUBMISSIONS: Include all the information you want shared. Name, Twitter, Facebook, etc. Your site… a short bio. Whatever. We want to make sure if your material is published, people will be able to find you!
GUESS WHAT? That’s it. It’s as simple as that. If anyone has any questions, email Jim at SoftWhispersStuff@gmail.com and put JIM in the subject line.
The purpose of Soft Whispers is the provide poetry, art, and a few stories. It’s to be a community with other writers out there and provide support and outlets. Yes, the site looks different. Yes, there are new submissions, new contests, a new blog, and more people, but trust us, that’s a great thing!
What are we looking for? That’s easy – we want heart.
As our blog and site and publication get up and running, we are going to provide something new everyday with a “Best of” monthly publication that will be FREE to the world to view. Our writers are dedicated poets – some are artists, some are fiction writers, some are published authors, poets, and artists. The great news is that we are ALWAYS looking for new poets and artists to step up and submit, so don’t be afraid to do so!
Artists – we have not forgotten about you! There are too many good pictures out there that aren’t being shared. . . so we are doing something about it! Do you draw? Do you sketch? Do you paint? Do you photos that are worthy of being shared? Yes to any of these, PLEASE submit! So what’s changed????
The new stuff:
Poetry. Lots of it. We are hoping to post at least four to five poems a week for your to enjoy. In our busy world, we know it’s hard to stop and read and breath sometimes BUT take five minutes a day and enjoy a good poem and it can do great!
Art. Yes, art. We want it all – drawings, painting, sketches, photography. . . we want it! There are two contests being held in conjunction with this section of the magazine. First, there is a new program called “Pic 1 K” – remember how people say a picture is worth a thousand words? Prove it! For our fiction writers, we are going to post a picture on the 1st of the month and submissions will close on the 20th of the month.
Fiction. The only fiction will be for the new program called “Pic 1 K”. This will be a monthly contest where a picture is posted on the 1st of the month on our blog. Your job is to write a story about the picture in 1,000 words or less. Two winners will be published in the Soft Whispers issue and one grand prize winner will be interviewed on the blog along with their story.
ALAAT. A Line at a Time. A fun program where we post a picture on Monday and submissions close on Friday. Your job is to write one line and send it to Jim privately. The poems will be posted on the Soft Whispers blog and then published in the issue. Check out the past ALAAT here: A Line at a Time (#alaat)
Visit our submissions page for more details. . . and let the fun begin!