Note: This is a re-post of the article I wrote out of anger for an ingrate last February, 2010! It was a way to vent the anger in me at that particular time. I am publishing this again as I am once more at the peak of my swirling anger and pent up emotions...not to mention the building up of my blood pressure to a high.
If you have a disrespectful, selfish ingrate for a son, I am sure you'd just as easily transform the anger and revulsion in you into a literary outburst! This is what I wrote then...this is what I feel now!
I have long envied entrecarders who are great writer/poets like Jena Isle of Gewgaw Writings and Dr. Z of Zorlone. They are such good writers that I always enjoy every visit to their sites. I have always wanted to be a good writer...a superb poet like the two of them. Unfortunately, I have not been bestowed with such fertile imagination and the gift of gab to transform thoughts and feelings into dancing, bouncing words that not only entertains but conveys vivid images of the messages their pens wish to impart!
I have been overwhelmed lately by heavy thoughts I simply can not shrug off. My temper has been rising and my blood pressure has been shooting up intermittently! So, while doing my usual rounds of Entre Drops, I came across the sites of Jena and Dr. Z again - and right then and there, I decided to try putting my thoughts into words. I initially planned to write a free verse...no rhyme, no meter nor musical patterns...I ended up writing a short story instead (or, is it?)! Anyway, whatever form this literary attempt ended up to be, I really couldn't care less...I simply enjoyed writing it ...and the experience of grasping for the appropriate words to use was simply exhilarating. Let me share with you my so-called first literary piece.
If you have a disrespectful, selfish ingrate for a son, I am sure you'd just as easily transform the anger and revulsion in you into a literary outburst! This is what I wrote then...this is what I feel now!
I have long envied entrecarders who are great writer/poets like Jena Isle of Gewgaw Writings and Dr. Z of Zorlone. They are such good writers that I always enjoy every visit to their sites. I have always wanted to be a good writer...a superb poet like the two of them. Unfortunately, I have not been bestowed with such fertile imagination and the gift of gab to transform thoughts and feelings into dancing, bouncing words that not only entertains but conveys vivid images of the messages their pens wish to impart!
I have been overwhelmed lately by heavy thoughts I simply can not shrug off. My temper has been rising and my blood pressure has been shooting up intermittently! So, while doing my usual rounds of Entre Drops, I came across the sites of Jena and Dr. Z again - and right then and there, I decided to try putting my thoughts into words. I initially planned to write a free verse...no rhyme, no meter nor musical patterns...I ended up writing a short story instead (or, is it?)! Anyway, whatever form this literary attempt ended up to be, I really couldn't care less...I simply enjoyed writing it ...and the experience of grasping for the appropriate words to use was simply exhilarating. Let me share with you my so-called first literary piece.









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