One upon a time, begins the fairy tale
But the happy ending’s sadly been derailed
The lovely lady waits
For her perfect lifelong mate
Good conquers evil and true love must prevail
Or not… Sigh…
All my creative pursuits.
One upon a time, begins the fairy tale
But the happy ending’s sadly been derailed
The lovely lady waits
For her perfect lifelong mate
Good conquers evil and true love must prevail
Or not… Sigh…
Hopes and dreams, doubts and fears
Poems and prose throughout the years
My notebooks hold
The tales untold
The joys, the pain, the laughter, tears
There is something elegant about composing in handwriting. The swirls and whirls of ink, the scratched out mistakes, smears on the paper… These are the truest expressions of my heart. In this electronic world, some might think it foolish or sentimental to keep a notebook. Maybe it is. But my notebooks are a little anchor to the past. They are my ideas, raw and unfiltered. Phrases, fragments of sentences, bits of conversation, rants and ravings I will never put anywhere for anyone else to see. It’s mean, it’s dirty it’s unforgiving and unforgivable. It’s hopeful, uplifting, inspired and inspirational. It’s art and it’s garbage. It’s marvelous and embarrassing. It’s beautiful and it’s ugly. And totally, completely mine.
I hope this limerick expresses
Something of the girl with short tresses
Let me pour you a beer
And make myself clear
Meg Sorick writes better than she dresses!
But that doesn’t tell you much does it?
Except what might hang in my closet
I’m a nomad at heart
I love music and art
And practice in my own home office
I hope you’ll enjoy getting to know me
And follow along on my journey
For wherever it ends
I’ll need you, my friends
To keep me in your dear company
So pull a chair close now, why don’t ya?
And talk for a while with me, won’t, ya?
We’ve stories to share
So throw back your beer
And raise your glass and say, slainté!
(It’s pronounced slawn cha, so it rhymes! And it means ‘good health’)