Happy Valentine’s Day
The title plate on the spine of an antique book of the plays of Shakespeare
I wrote this poem a while back knowing little about Shakespeare except that he was a great writer, poet, playwright, etc., etc. Oh yeah, his famous quote, “To Be or Not to Be” must have echoed in my mind as I thought of young love, old love and generally anyone who has ever had a breakup.
SHAKESPEARE WHISPERS LOVE
I do believe.
What do I believe?
Not gonna worry
Time moves forward.
So should I …
Unsteady, that’s okay.
Who’s perfect anyway?
Big eyes I have.
For summer, she’s so sweet.
Dreams. Y’all, I’ll start new.
Blue water floats my hope.
Lasso this grin; no line just rope.
I’ll be where the stars are many-
Wishes plenty tossed in air like a penny.
Shakespeare, whisper in my ear!
Words that warm; drowning my fear.
So in the end I’m just a heart.
Waiting for love, my true sweet tart!
by Caroline Clemens
You can find my poetry in the ebook Autumn Quotes on Amazon by Caroline Clemens.
by Kim Troike
Shakespeare Photo by Thinkstock Images.
In one fell swoop, the resistance was shattered. Lives were taken. Hope was lost. Peace slipped like grains of sand through his fingers. So did the Crown of Stones. Now, forced into hiding, Ian Troy grapples for a way to save the realm—and free its people—from the sadistic clutches of Jem Reth; Mirra’kelan’s new self-appointed emperor. Plagued with the knowledge of a tragic future, he strives to influence events and save those he cares for. But his magic has betrayed him, and Fate has other plans.
Scarred by the crown, hindered by the transformation spell contained within, each cast brings Ian one step closer to becoming more beast than man. Each move brings the death and destruction foretold in his vision inexplicably nearer. With Langor on the brink of war, and King Malaq’s plan for peace hanging in the balance, Ian returns to the ancient past; seeking an end to the eldring spell and a means to thwart Jem’s growing domination. What he finds there sets off a chain of revelations that leads Ian places he never thought to go.
Entrusted with the future of his race, Ian becomes the linchpin for lasting change. But how much weight can one man carry? And how much is he willing to sacrifice in the name of peace?
I am pleased to showcase this cover reveal on my Gardenlilie blog! I have not read her books but am delighted to give you a piece of this author and her works. This is her third book, thus a trilogy. Pass it forward if you love fantasy; I know many readers do! Caroline Clemens
C. L. Schneider is a self-published author of adult epic and urban fantasy. The first two books in her Crown of Stones trilogy, Magic-Price and Magic-Scars, are available on Amazon. The third installment will be released in February 2016. She is currently working on Nite Fire, an urban fantasy featuring a shape-shifting dragon hybrid named Dahlia Nite. Married with two sons, C. L. Schneider lives in the scenic Hudson Valley of upstate New York. She spends her days torturing characters, overdosing on coffee, and daydreaming about the zombie apocalypse.
Pictures, cover reveal and synopsis via Angela Chrysler from Goodreads. Angela started the Brain to Books Blog & Tour, including Cyber Convention on Goodreads. My purpose is to share the works of other authors and contribute to their exposure via the net, even without reading or rating the work. Let me know what you think after you read the novels!
The bleak outlook of a cold winter’s day,
Makes waltz’s misstep as slippery ice brings,
Hardened limbs, and hearts like branches and things.
The red heart pulses while eyes visualize grey.
Can they dance if a mind has gone away?
Echoes past in cathedral loudly rings,
One and two, and breathe; loves melody sings.
Stilled and quiet; winter grieves her lost love.
The sympathies of ages mark time in church.
Yet, sapphire souls seek freedom in futile search.
Their lonely griefs covered with knitted glove,
The Winter’s Dance keeps time like bell above,
Unites them through winter wondrous trees of birch.
Loves end lasts forever not winter’s lurch.
By Caroline Clemens
Google Images and Gardenlilie pic credit