Some called it a lantern, When a candle was placed in it To set off its colors like errant rainbows Cut glass sapphire blues, ruby reds and emerald greens Once reflected A room’s lit chandeliers and flickering candles Others called it a vase When it held rare flowers On the mantle But really it was […]
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“…God has created me to do some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good; I shall do His […]
Many have declared that it is better NOT to outline. Thereby, the story carries itself. The writer ‘feels’ their way through to the end… Others have said that an Outline is best as therefore the story is organized and does NOT take off in directions that may lead to nowhere. I’m currently working on a novel. Definitely […]
“I find television very educational. Every time someone switches it on I go into another room & read a good book.” – Groucho Marx
You know you’re onto something when the novel keeps writing itself, its scenes, and developing its own story while you’re walking, washing dishes, driving and doing other things… The trick is, to get those words down so that they aren’t forgotten and lost to oblivion. My story has been a long time in the making. I’ve […]
Leave the growling dog/ You see the world dark, see light/ Number all that’s good/ Michele Marie
“…All of your weaknesses are just doorways to your secret strengths…” (From, A Wrinkle in Time made for T.V. movie. )
“Don’t judge without having heard both sides. Even persons who think themselves virtuous very easily forget this elementary rule of prudence.” ― St. Josemaría Escrivá, The Way of The Cross
Eons past, there lounged Three That great Beam of Eternity Who saw reflected in the eyes of His Son Images of those who’d not yet come The Son raised His arms like a crucified Time courses through from side to side A new beam shouldered to cross the first A beam to quench His infinite […]
By the Fireside… I long to sit and write poems Warmed by a crackling fire I long to share With fellow poets, writers, and artists Drinking wine Listening to their readings- I have no fireside, And poets live far away The chores pile up I cook, wash, and sweep Though using a pen when […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 
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