Drops of Inspira

  Hello! One of my favorite things to do nowadays is watch the play of the sun as it hits the trees and casts shadows across the road. There's this special time of the evening where it's particularly beautiful. It's a magical moment where the world seems to hold its breath and anything can happen. It's a moment where the world seems to stop; a moment trapped in time. My response to this month's prompt came from my observations of this time of day. As always, please feel free to use the prompt below to generate your own creativity.  Here is the prompt: Last week, I took my red Lord of the Rings notebook and my red pen (I really like red. Don't know if you can tell.) and went outside. I found a place where I could watch the road by my house and just sat, observed and listened. I must have sat there for a good half an hour; it was so peaceful! Out of that time came this poem. Now, I'd like to hear from you! When was the last time you simply sat outside, observe...

Hi there! We're fifteen days into November, so it's time for another round of Poetry 15th! Here's the prompt for this month: Gold can either be a Christmas color, a New Year's color, or an Autumn color. This month, my response to the above prompt is a poem written to the gold tree on my walk. It's dying and so its leaves are curled up and gold, but they haven't fallen off yet. It frames a red gate and every morning, the dawn's light catches the leaves and turns them into scripts of gold. Here is my response: Please feel free to use the prompt to generate your own creativity. I'll be back later this month with a continuation to the "Know the Novel" link-up, but until then, I will see you later. Until then, -Julia Garcia/ Arysta Henry  

Hello there everyone! I'm in the midst of NaNoWriMo, so things are crazy busy but I did want to pop in with this month's Poetry 15th.  This month's poem was very difficult to compose. I know I wanted it to be about thankfulness, but I didn't want it to be just a laundry-list of things I was thankful for. Then I stumbled on a whimsical picture of a tree with what appears to be flying notes. I lost the picture but was inspired to make my own. Here is a picture I put together with clip-art on Canva. So what does this have to do with Poetry 15th ? I'm coming to it. It will all make sense in a moment, but first, here is this month's poetry prompt: Whether or not you celebrate Thanksgiving, November is a good time to stop and count your blessings. As one of my childhood songs says, "A thankful heart is a happy heart..."  So here is your chance to post a poem of thankfulness in the comment section or just write your own. You could e...