Officially moved back into my new old apartment: it's b e a u t i f u l. :)
On the tundra, the ghosts of herds thunder by in silence, memories of plenty forgotten. A hunter squints his eyes against the gathering darkness, desperate for salvation on hooves of caribou that never come. He looks towards the Northern Lights; the Spirits have no answers -- they look away. Life can be as cold and bitter as ice.
Wow, a powerful write with a clear and strong voice coming through the outstanding imagery in this one Karla! Alive with sensual images my friend! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Well done, as man ever encroaches on the land of the Innuit the caribou herds like the bison and other great life providing sources of food are dwindling...this write captures the spirit of that loss.
Your last line tells it all. So I guess the goal is to be prepared for the worst. This way when something warm comes your way, you'll really appreciate it. ~ Sara
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2007
Well, it is said, life is what we make it
but I don't go along with all of that..
Other lives can make it hard on one.
YF...with love,
Ron
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Love,
Susan
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Rose
Fee
Georg
George
Allen
Be safe,
Karen
but I don't go along with all of that..
Other lives can make it hard on one.
YF...with love,
Ron
Brave warrior....I saltue you
Walt
God Bless
Michelle~
Richard