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Winter’s End???

I wrote this some years ago and still love it. I’m no poet but have a smile, do!

The birds are back with songs of Spring

Their tunes incite imagining

That Winter’s end will soon arrive

And living things shall haste to thrive

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A Winter’s tail, how bittersweet!

Today it’s sun, tomorrow sleet

And wind to stop us in our tracks

And cold to freeze Spring-hungry backs

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One day we feel a wave of hope

Warmed by our thoughts that we can cope

And then come gales of Winter still

And blizzards coat the windowsill

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Blog Photo - Icy Winter evening

Hey, Winter! Do your level best

Your time is near to take a rest

For Lady Spring prepares to rule

She’ll thaw your ice and warm your cool

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She’ll rout you, kick your icy tail

She’ll make you wish you’d stopped at hail

Who’s mighty now, oh Freezer Guy

Who rules the roost? Oh my, oh my!

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Blog Photo - Rainy Garden with Flowering shrubs

Spring wakes the earth; the gardens flower

She turns grass green and makes you cower

She strips away your winter clothes

And sprinkles sunshine up your nose

Blog Photo - Mama's Garden2

She brings new life to garden trail

She gives new strength to plants so frail

To stand up ‘gainst your mighty storm

And so defy your freezing form

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Hey! Winter’s Tail, I kid you not

Pick up your snow and off you trot

Break down your ice and melt away

See you around, when skies are grey

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Blog Photo - Lilacs and forget Me Nots

See you next time, oh Frigid One

But not too soon, for Spring’s begun

And three great seasons I shall see

Before you’re back to torment me.

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Thanks to Hamlin Grange for all original photos.

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Saying “Yes” to Life

“One must say Yes to life and embrace it whenever it is found — and it is found in terrible places; nevertheless, there it is. For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock.

“Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us.

“The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.” —James Baldwin

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I’ve Always Wanted…

… a white garden.

Be careful what you wish for. Or at least, be specific.

We’ve set a record for snowfall and the week has just begun.

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Imagination in Memoir Writing

Every so often, I come across a post from a writer who claims that one of the main differences between writing fiction and writing memoir is the use of imagination: fiction writers are unlimited in their use of imagination but memoir writers have to stick to the facts they remember.

Nonsense.

The use of imagination can lift a memoir from a retelling of events as remembered to storytelling at its best. Why?

Most people write a memoir long after the events they describe have passed. If you’re lucky, you may have a photo, a letter, a journal – something to help trigger memories. But most likely, what you have is a sketchy memory of what happened.

Most of the writers I work with are also writing their memoirs long after the people who played a key role in their lives have passed. Almost always, I hear:

“I wish I’d asked my father…”, or “I wish I’d thought to ask my mother…”

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Imagination can help us to fill in the blanks. It can help us to paint a picture in the reader’s mind, to flesh out a scene, and enhance our reader’s comprehension of what we’re trying to share.

A bit of imagination can enhance a fragment of memory. It can help you to surmise the season when an event took place, and even the occasion.

“I remember my mother walking down the front steps of our house. I don’t remember what month it was, but I figure it was deep winter because my mother wore her thick winter coat, the good one. The one she wore to church or some special occasion on a very cold day.”

Metaphors and Similes

The tiniest, easiest brushstrokes of imagination are metaphors and similes. They can also deliver big impact.

A simple metaphor can help you hear a sound: “His voice was crushed gravel.”

A simile can be more descriptive than a hundred words. “She was bent over as she walked, looking more like a 90 year old woman than the 50 year old she was.”

“As if”

One of the workshops I most enjoy facilitating is on the use of two words: ‘as if’.

“Write about a scene or feeling you experienced,” I tell the group. “Use the words ‘as if’ to help the reader understand what it was like.”

‘As if’ can be magical – taking both writer and reader into another dimension.

I share one or more examples:

“His insult hit me hard. It was as if he’d punched me in my gut.”

“The morning sun was so bright, it was as if everything around me had turned to gold.”

“My father hung up the phone without speaking but his face was crumpled, as if he had just received disastrous news.”

The next time someone says memoir-writing does not require imagination, don’t accept it. Meanwhile, enjoy using your imagination to bring your writing alive.

My best,

Cynthia.