I am a lover of art in every sense. So in order to tell the purpose of my blog, here are a few words.
I love to write. I have been writing since the sixth grade when my science teacher was gone for the day and we had a substitute teacher. Our assignment was to write a short story about the rainy weather outside. Well it seemed my story seemed to grow and with it my imagination. The story moved from a cold rainy day outside to a scary, wild day filled with action, evil substitute aliens trying to take over the school, and homework. Our paper was minimum a page long; mine was six and I hadn't finished when the sub called the timer. I had enjoyed it so much that I wanted to do more, but being in the show business I never had time. Then in seventh grade, the Young Georgia Authors contest showed up. We could write about anything we wanted. Well at the time, I had just finshed the Lord of the Rings Trilogy and began Eragon. So Eladaar, the dragon prince, came to be. I spent all night typing up the ending that I had not imagined because my true ending was too long. I wanted to write a book. It ended up being 20 pages of ammature writing that I was mighty proud of. Except no one in my class wanted to read it. I remember getting upset with one of the boys in my class because he said a rude comment about my piece of imaginative art. But I guess they will never know. I placed third in the competition, which is pretty awesome for a story I pulled together at the last minute. Eladaar to this day has sparked my imagination and is still in the process of creation. My dragon rider's story is coming slowly but steadily. Many others have capture my mind and have stolen my attention,but I will always come back to it.
This blog's purpose is to get my imagination moving at a steady pace. I am not a fast writer. When the idea comes, my thoughts fly. Here I want to contain those that are dying to be known. I want to keep track of my thoughts and my own pace, so that I may become a better writer. I will publish a few things here and there but for now this page is about my writing world and what inspires me.Hopefully, I will inspire many other crazy scatterbrained authors just like me.
Abstract Art
Where I’m From…
Where I’m from sounds like…
Children’s tiny laughter
Church bells ringing in the rafters
Cars whizzing by
A broken heart’s cry
Little old ladies remembering the good ol’ days
Youngsters trying to find their way
Teenage girls spreading gossip
Parents arguing over a small toss up
Students wandering the halls
Two young gentlemen in a brawl
Where I’m from tastes like…
The salty flavor of the sea
Sweet honey from the bumble bee
The choking bitterness of the air
The candy-coated joy of being without a care
Spicy relationships of young love
Warm, sweet tenderness like a woolen glove
Juicy stories of our ancestors
Hot summers on the porch of ol’ Worchester’s
Back-breaking sweat from a day out on the court
Tangy citrus skies while visiting the old abandoned port
Where I’m from looks like…
A picture in a movie
Good old parents who use to say groovy
Moments in time we wish we still had
The people we miss and make us feel sad
Community service in its prime
Friends getting together, having a good time
Tradition and pride passed down to us
Children who yearn to get on the school bus
Nature’s greatest gifts growing and striving
Young and old minds still loving and thriving
Where I’m from smells like…
Motors fuming everywhere
Pollutions growing in the air
Wet dogs running in the rain
Grandpa’s pipe and mahogany cane
Momma’s favorite perfume
The dust Grandma sweeps with her antique broom
My blanket drying on the line
Daddy’s fishing pole made of twine
A new book’s ruffling pages
A flower’s life in many stages
Where I’m from feels like…
Hope when all seems lost
Being rich in a love that doesn’t cost
The joy you find at Christmas
The stress you get from owning a business
Love whose doors are always wide open
Friendship that helps when you’re coping
Relaxing by the fire on those cold winter days
The depression you get from being alone
Peace and serenity when you’re home, sweet home
Where I’m from sounds like…
Children’s tiny laughter
Church bells ringing in the rafters
Cars whizzing by
A broken heart’s cry
Little old ladies remembering the good ol’ days
Youngsters trying to find their way
Teenage girls spreading gossip
Parents arguing over a small toss up
Students wandering the halls
Two young gentlemen in a brawl
Where I’m from tastes like…
The salty flavor of the sea
Sweet honey from the bumble bee
The choking bitterness of the air
The candy-coated joy of being without a care
Spicy relationships of young love
Warm, sweet tenderness like a woolen glove
Juicy stories of our ancestors
Hot summers on the porch of ol’ Worchester’s
Back-breaking sweat from a day out on the court
Tangy citrus skies while visiting the old abandoned port
Where I’m from looks like…
A picture in a movie
Good old parents who use to say groovy
Moments in time we wish we still had
The people we miss and make us feel sad
Community service in its prime
Friends getting together, having a good time
Tradition and pride passed down to us
Children who yearn to get on the school bus
Nature’s greatest gifts growing and striving
Young and old minds still loving and thriving
Where I’m from smells like…
Motors fuming everywhere
Pollutions growing in the air
Wet dogs running in the rain
Grandpa’s pipe and mahogany cane
Momma’s favorite perfume
The dust Grandma sweeps with her antique broom
My blanket drying on the line
Daddy’s fishing pole made of twine
A new book’s ruffling pages
A flower’s life in many stages
Where I’m from feels like…
Hope when all seems lost
Being rich in a love that doesn’t cost
The joy you find at Christmas
The stress you get from owning a business
Love whose doors are always wide open
Friendship that helps when you’re coping
Relaxing by the fire on those cold winter days
The depression you get from being alone
Peace and serenity when you’re home, sweet home
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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Very cool! Welcome to blogging! :)
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ReplyDeleteMy name is Patricia Neely-Dorsey. I am from Tupelo,MS and the author of Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems.
ReplyDeleteI have been enjoying reading your blog and was wondering if you might possibly feature my book on your blog to introduce my "little book of southern poems" to your readers.
Patricia Neely Dorsey's Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems is "a true celebration of the south and things southern." The author states , "There are so many negative connotations associated with Mississippi and the south in general. In my book, using childhood memories, personal thoughts and dreams, I attempt to give a positive glimpse into the southern way of life. In my book I try to show that there is much is more to Mississippi and the south than all of the negatives usually portrayed .I invite readers to Meet Mississippi (and the south) Through Poetry ,Prose and The Written Word."
SOUTHERN LIFE
If you want a glimpse of Southern life,
Come close and walk with me;
I'll tell you all the simple things,
That you are sure to see.
You'll see mockingbirds and bumblebees,
Magnolia blossoms and dogwood trees,
Caterpillars on the step,
Wooden porches cleanly swept;
Watermelons on the vine,
Strong majestic Georgia pines;
Rocking chairs and front yard swings,
Junebugs flying on a string;
Turnip greens and hot cornbread,
Coleslaw and barbecue;
Fried okra, fried corn, fried green tomatoes,
Fried pies and pickles too.
There's ice cold tea that's syrupy sweet,
And cool, green grass beneath your feet;
Catfish nipping in the lake,
And fresh young boys on the make.
You'll see all these things
And much, much more,
In a way of life that I adore.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
BOOK AVAILABLE: www.reeds.ms/book.asp
or www.Amazon.com
AUTHOR WEBSITE: www.patricianeelydorsey.webs.com