by Orna Ross | Aug 3, 2017 | Poetry |
This week's inspirational poetry: Good Morning I'm inspired by creativity in all corners of the world but especially in nature, most especially London parks, the woods and beaches of East Sussex and, of course, Ireland. You'll find lots of poetry here on the blog and...
by Orna Ross | Jul 27, 2017 | Poetry |
This week's inspirational poetry: The Writing Game I'm inspired by creativity in all corners of the world but especially in nature, most especially London parks, the woods and beaches of East Sussex and, of course, Ireland. You'll find lots of poetry here on the blog...
by Orna Ross | Jul 21, 2017 | Fiction |
If you're looking at that picture and wondering: is that the image from the back cover of WB Yeats' The Secret Rose in tattoo, the answer is yes. That's Lovely Son above and yes! that is a tattoo of the Secret Rose symbol, on his chest. And it's a great example of...
by Orna Ross | Jul 20, 2017 | Poetry |
Up on the pier / fun huts lighten / the sky, / candy-stripe the day / pink and yellow. Walking the beach / below / I see the whole. / Gaeity shining on high / reflected / in the blue / beneath. Become a patron today and please accept my endless appreciation for your...
by Orna Ross | Jul 13, 2017 | Poetry |
First thing this morning what do I spy over the houses between the trees through the cloud and by gift of fractured light seven strips of color in an upside-down smile adorning the sky? For me, a poem is a key, unlocking a moment in time and revealing the creative...
by Orna Ross | Jul 6, 2017 | Poetry |
Can anyone say how we came to be here in this human hotel? • Each day greeting new guests who come in with their bags, expecting their welcome and to be served (even as others remain). • Whether they're wanted or we'd rather they moved along, we must bow, smile if we...
by Orna Ross | Jun 29, 2017 | Poetry |
From Tao Te Ching (The Tao). Before the universe is born something formless and perfect exists. Serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. Unnamed and unnameable. It is the Mother of the universe. For want of a better name, I call it the Tao. I...
by Orna Ross | Jun 28, 2017 | Go Creative! |
I've written before about how I love being part of a book club for how it makes you read books you wouldn't usually choose for yourself. Judging writing competitions is the other way this sort of reading is thrust upon you. For the past few weeks, I've been reading...
by Orna Ross | Jun 22, 2017 | Poetry |
I come down to the sea to sit on a rock, and meditate, all thought undone, in the waves' whoosh and turn. A young man comes, sits down on another one, takes out a guitar starts to strum. Above, on the promenade the runners have begun to run. On the road, the traffic...
by Orna Ross | Jun 8, 2017 | Poetry |
I have a body but I am not my body. I am the one who makes it move. What can be moved is not the mover. I have a body but my body is not me. I have thoughts but I am not my thoughts. I am the one who sees them swirl. What can be seen is not the seer. I have thoughts...