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You can do great things
but only if you
are in the place
where they need
to be done.
Do not wait
for life to call
nor sit at home
wondering why
your life feels
incomplete.
You can not escape
unhappy times
but you can move
through them with
grace, knowing they
will be resolved or
at least will fade away
with time.
Always focus on the solution
not on the problem.
My apologies, all, for straying from my 31 days of October posts. I had been ill and to the hospital. I promise to make the posts up as October progresses. Please give me another day or two to make them up. I need to get back into the swing of things.
Hopefully, I’ll feel like getting back to writing tomorrow or the next day. I haven’t been to my mundane (real) job either. 😦 Hopefully, I can get back there as well tomorrow or the next day. Thank you for your patience.
Thanks for reading!
RELEASE
Fly to the high sky
Fly away, there is nothing
On Earth for you now
FALL RAINS
They came along cold
Those chilling rains of fall tide
Inward time’s hither
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
I look left then right
There is no answer in sight
Searching stays the heart
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
I BELIEVE THIS IS THE SCOOBY COSTUME I HAD ONE YEAR BACK IN THE 70’S! OH, SO LONG AGO. YET, I CAN RECALL IT AS IF IT WERE YESTERDAY.
Seasonal Haiku (or two)
Autumn breezes blow
The world turns inward and mute
Winter shields the grave
***
A shaking tree limb
Be free of the whipping wind
Blanketed by snow
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
KILLER ON THE TRAIN
Your energy envelops me
Wraps me in ice
A grip I cannot escape
Is of a killer on the train
Bold and egotistical
You’re aware of how I feel
I feel you
I turn to look at you
Your head swivels my way
Your eyes meet mine
How did you know I’d look?
I guess evil has its way
We’re looking directly at one another
Your eyes on mine
You’ve seized me
I cannot move
I will not back down
Cannot hide from you
Are you wondering in the least about how I know?
No
Our eyes are locked together
Three seconds seem like minutes
I’m studying you
You’re daring me – Don’t stop
Your round eyes
Abysmal and black
Are you afraid? – your eyes challenge
I am not
Not of me?
Not of you
Only the special can see
I see
The train slows
He lets me go
I survived
Because I acknowledged
A killer on the train
Copyright 2014 Wanda Paryla
“Winter Home at Night”
Painting by Tom Hoy
From fineartamerica.com
what grows in the winter but the cold
pushes lengthening fingers of frost
along sidewalks and down dead-end streets
up the stairs into parlors no purpose
at hand but to freeze every clock and
with that put a stop to the end of the night
Exploring the World of Writing
Fantasy Author
Finding Hope Through Hardship
“All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
whispering life from the future
WANDA PARYLA 
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