I’m content. Basically, I am happy with my life, and yes, I’m whining about it. Let me tell you why.
The tortured soul can write poems of epic proportions. In times of loneliness, of pain, of near breakdown, a writer can bleed upon the page. But when this writer has nothing to cause her grief, there is nothing but fluff. Lint, even.
Is it strange to wish I longed for something? To pass my finger quickly through a flame doesn’t hurt. But the flame sparkles, enticingly.
Shall I burn for the sake of my art?
lindaghill.com 
February 18, 2014 at 2:48 pm
I found sitting on a tack helps with angst.
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February 18, 2014 at 5:49 pm
YOW! Yes, I can see how that would work. Thanks for the suggestion, however I may not try it out. 😛
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February 19, 2014 at 1:37 am
Hahaha! Cut that out, John!!
Ellespeth
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February 19, 2014 at 11:24 am
😀
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February 18, 2014 at 12:45 pm
Having nothing to grieve over in life is something to shout about! Enjoy the peace.
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February 18, 2014 at 5:46 pm
Oh so true. Thank you for this. 🙂
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February 18, 2014 at 12:16 am
I thought you yearned for me!? What grief has struck my foolhardy and youthful heart?! Great poems shall be conjured in your name, Linda, for you have stricken my soul, and for it I shall suffer malaise! 😉 I hope you find your inspiration. I do know what you mean. Before and after a relationship there is a ton of writing. In the midst of it, she is my center and writing becomes a distraction.
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February 18, 2014 at 12:23 am
You’re welcome. 😉
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February 17, 2014 at 11:13 pm
That is almost like a photograph I did some time ago. Well shot 🙂
And with respect to the content, the question at the end is what I guess that makes an artist’s life interesting 😉 ?
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February 17, 2014 at 11:16 pm
Thanks, KG. I’m just about to pick up the wine glass and drink for the first time since the photo was taken – it’s that recent. Ah, it tastes lovely.
Passion for anything is what we love to read about, isn’t it? There’s no passion that touches the soul quite like longing, love, and pain.
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February 17, 2014 at 11:17 pm
Very True.
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February 17, 2014 at 11:18 pm
🙂
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