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[*] posted on 30-8-2008 at 13:20
I think we got the message, Bear! ouch)

I just hope it wasn't the boss who fired you!
the bear

[*] posted on 29-8-2008 at 15:49
As a foot note I encountered something today that fired me, I have actually put pen to paper. ( small feeling of elation)

Again thanks to all

Regards the
the bear

[*] posted on 29-8-2008 at 06:58
Originally posted by scholar
If it comes hard, O Bear, you might be a writer like the salesman who found he was only managing a sale about once in every five calls. He got pretty discouraged.

Then he realized--all he had to do was make more calls!

If you enjoy it, even the false starts will be worth their while.;)waveysmiley

I am far from discouraged, but I am mindful not to end up writting staid and stodgie pieces, I like to write about not only what I see but more importantly to share what I feel having seen them. It would be quite easy to be read as forced and superficial. For me, better one issue per year but with feeling.

Regards the Bear

[*] posted on 29-8-2008 at 02:44
If it comes hard, O Bear, you might be a writer like the salesman who found he was only managing a sale about once in every five calls. He got pretty discouraged.

Then he realized--all he had to do was make more calls!

If you enjoy it, even the false starts will be worth their while.;)waveysmiley
the bear

[*] posted on 29-8-2008 at 02:09
Thank you so much for your comments Leigh, I have actioned them in so much that I have aquired a new pad and a pen to make notes. I have also dusted off my dictaphone.

I will be giving some time each day to being creative from now on.

The proof of the pud is in the eating, so we will see.

Again many thanks

Regards the Bear

[*] posted on 28-8-2008 at 11:35
To quote an old Pastor friend: "Have a go, you never know, you just might succeed!" There were some things that we never could quite see eye to eye on, but I did, and still do repect him, and this is one thing we never disagreed on!
the bear

[*] posted on 27-8-2008 at 20:46
I have a few more snippets written in days of yore, from past comments a couple of them will be of interest to Leigh.

I dont write much at all these days, years ago words used to fall like a cascade over the rocks in a swollen stream; Nowadays its more a case of drips being wrung out of a window cleaners chamiox.

All your comments will hopefully have given me fresh incentive.:)

Many thanks.

Regards the Bear

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 20:52
Very good. <sigh>
the bear

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 20:33
Thanks for your encouraging comments.

Regards the Bear

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 13:53
Thank you my friend!

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 11:16
Swish Checkley

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 10:16
:clap) Thanks for sharing.

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 08:09
Lovely, Bear. A beautiful story, simply told. Very evocative!

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 07:47
Very nice ramblings Pete :)

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 04:23
the bear

[*] posted on 26-8-2008 at 02:03
The sun woke me as it climbed higher in the sky, its rays dappling the walls of our room as they streamed in through the tall Gothic leaded windows.
The sunshine bringing with it the scent of roses and honeysuckle that grew on the briars and vines on the courtyard walls below.

I turned over and lay naked on the bed idly watching two frail blue winged butterflies drift too and fro across the open window: As if locked together they performed a silent tango as if on a stage.

The warmth of the body beside me reminds me of her presence. I looked on in silence, the only sound in the room being our entwined heartbeats; more felt than heard.
She slept on wrapped in naked innocense, a tiny curl spun like a feather about her ear; lips slightly parted and long dark brown eye lashes falling on to her cheeks like delicate lace.
The soft kiss of the coming summer quivered in the air, a reminder of the night that had just past, this tranquil dawn harshly contrasting the last twelve hours.
Dusk fell early yesterday with sunshine put to rout in mid afternoon; Dark clouds rolled across the sky, distant thunder a portent of the tumult to follow.

We retired early yesterday, intent on sharing a bottle of wine and each other.
As the flashes of lightening turned night into day our passions rose with each clap of thunder; the persperation of two bodies mixing with fragrances of Paris and Rome.

The touch of body against body, as finger nails cauterize urgent flesh. Clouds phasing the face of the moon. her sex an electric waterfall of pleasure waiting in the forest for my ambassador. The buds of her breasts erect and guarding like twin sentinels.
Forgotten wine goblets lying empty on the floor as the clouds shadows form and reform, the union of nature all around us as we race headlong, driven by an unseen hand.
Urgency reaching a cresendo of unharnessed desire attained a pinnicle only to crash down sated and complete, drenched in our own loves emmision, one soul.

She has gone now so I shall leave the sheets still tangled, trapping the imprint of her body next to mine.
I think not to dress but to remain naked till tomorrow. I shall not bathe nor take a razor to my chin least I efface her gentle caress.
I will not eat or take wine so that her kiss will remain on my lips, neither will I draw the drapes or open the windows incase her memory be borne away on the wind.
This night will remain with me for ever.

A 1965 rambling.

Regards the Bear