Jean M. Cogdell

I’m now alone

Published on December 9, 2014 by Jean M. Cogdell

This is such a moving piece, I wanted to share it with my readers. Enjoy.

I have sailed through oceans
That humans walk in search of food
And I have seen of man unbelievable actions
That make even Him sorrow and brood.
Perhaps like court, earth needs recessions.

Those that know refuse to be mute,
Wise bald folks warn with tears and flutes.
Darkness gloats, Nature in meaning is brute;
Our sweet trees bear but bitter fruits;
Against whom, tell me, shall we file a suit?

I ran to a priest and knelt in tears.
Please pray, fast, redeem my peers.
He stood and frowned like he fathomed my fears
But only to request my coins and wears.
Is life just a market? This grinds my gears.

The predator in khaki and helmet you see
Travels across lands and across the sea
To defend a future his country allegedly foresee;
Make holes in them heads, Arabs and Pharisee;
Returns home to gloat, wallow in cruel…

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Do you believe in Magic?

Published on December 8, 2014April 16, 2015 by Jean M. Cogdell1 Comment

Through My Eyes

The trees are older, gnarled and bent, but then so am I. The years had not been kind to the forest where I once played. I walked deeper into the shadows, my eyes searching for signs of life. The dark red stood out like drops of blood among the dark green leaves.

I stood, my hand extended with a handful of those special berries, and hoped my childhood friends would return. In minutes, the air shimmered and my cheeks warmed as I felt the first flutter of wings. The years melted away, the faeries hadn’t forgotten me.

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A New 100 Word Challenge for Grownups over at Julia’s Place

Here is this weeks new phrase and picture:

“…those special berries…”

The magic happens here

Published on November 25, 2014December 8, 2014 by Jean M. Cogdell7 Comments

Jean’s Writing – Five Sentence Fiction: Irritation

Like every other writer in the world, I decide to write a best seller, a hell of a book.

How long could it take, thirty days, ninety days?

Soon the printer is out of ink, I’m flipping over used paper, and my annoyance grows as I consider this may take a year or a millennium.

My damn computer has become a source of irritation not inspiration as words fail to appear.

I’m ready to concede no great story is forthcoming, all hope is lost, and then the magic happens, not with massive fireworks, but with a tiny spark, I hear the voice of my muse.

Join in the fun and see what five sentences you can contribute:

Head on over to Lillie McFerrin Writes

Old habits are hard to break

Published on November 21, 2014 by Jean M. Cogdell8 Comments

Do you stumble over Gerunds?

Read the November 19th post over at The Kill Zone to find out if you need to rid your story of a few Gerunds.

I loved The Kill Zone’s post titled Gerunds Be Gone.

The Kill Zone is one of my go to blogs for good info, and today when I opened this email they didn’t disappoint. Once more their post was filled with a great reminder to watch out for sneaking little “ing” beings that are as scary as Gremlins.