Some well known, some well-to-do, a couple of Harry's and a Hobbit or two...

H is for Honored memories.....

A day late and almost running into the day for the ' I ' post, I can offer little more than a few memorable 'H's', both imaginary and real, that have left an imprint....

Sherlock Holmes, the incomparable consulting detective, who made me cherish reason and logic and was key in my desire to develop a keen eye for catching the most obscure detail.

Nathaniel Hawthorne, who made me love the tragic, the dark and the mystical.

Hamlet, the melancholy Dane, whose tragic tale has always reminded me of the importance of listening to your own heart while searching for truth, but to never forget to temper that passionate drive with reason lest it lead to your own downfall.

Harry Houdini, whose wondrously magical feats, be they fake or real, have always inspired the idea that there are more truths in the world than we might ever know. In you, sir, I shall always 'Believe.'

Harry Potter, who reminds me that it isn't what we are born as much as the choices we make that determines who we are. And, that the greatest importance is in being true to ourselves and loyal to our friends.

And, Hobbits, the dearest of creatures, who cherish the simple things and remind us that though we may be small, though we may be severely out-forced and out-numbered, we may still have the means to change the course of the future.

A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past. I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

Battle Storm...

Storm's coming, war's brewing, rolling clouds choke the light, Cannon's rumble, bodies tumble, exploding stars steal the night. The heavens clap, the battle's snap, sinking deep the wounded fall, The lightning's spark, the thunder's hawk, drinking in the warring pall. Soldiers crawl, the ranks sprawl, beneath the wall of death, Eyes clenched tight, in teeth-bared fight, bequeathed their final breath.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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