A Secret Kept

Recently I finished a book titled A Secret Kept by Tatiana de Rosnay. It was a fairly quick read and kept me on the edge of my seat almost to the end. There is a secret (duh) that the brother and sister characters are trying to figure out. It was exciting and fun to read about an upper class, dysfunctional family in Paris. The only problem is the fact that the secret, once revealed, was not all that exciting and then the book just kind ends. It was a huge disappointment and when I finished the book I wished I had never started it. While it was fun to read, the ending was far too anti climactic considering the entire book is searching for an answer to a mystery they stumble upon. I would give this book 2 stars and I really wouldn't recommend it to read. I would recommend another book by this author, Sarah's Key, but skip A Secret Kept.

Lately I have been on a major poetic kick. I have been writing a lot of poetry lately and reading it too. I even wrote Scott an original poem for Valentine's Day that won't be shared on the internet unless he chooses to share it. So if you don't like poetry, I apologize but you may get a lot on here. They are short stories so there is that. Hope you enjoy them and I will try to write stories as well as poems.

14 February 2014

Baby Cupid

Baby Cupid loved sitting in the clouds and watching happy people stroll around the world. Every time he saw love from his pink cloud, Baby Cupid's cheeks would turn bright pink and his wings would flutter like the beating heart of a lover. All day he would watch as couples fell in love and made the world a better day.

One morning, as Baby Cupid was watching the lovers of the world, he saw a tragically sad sight. A young woman was sitting on a bench. Hot tears rippled down her face and she was clutching a note in her hands. Baby Cupid stirred the wind and forced the note from the young woman's hands. Frantically she tried to catch it but to no avail. The note drifted to the heavens where Baby Cupid took it.

Alexia, I do not love. Not like you love me. Your father needed me to marry you for your family's fortune. I love another, she is younger and can give me many sons and her family is very rich. Your family has lots of girls and very little money. Your father will find you another husband but that will not be me. Goodbye.

When Baby Cupid finished reading the sad note, he understood the young woman's anguish. Just reading the note broke his heart and he had not loved this writer of the note. His wings stopped moving, his skin turned gray, Baby Cupid was in complete despair over the grief of the young woman. He watched her for a few minutes and could not bare her pain any longer. As she lay on the grass now, clutching her heart, Baby Cupid felt he needed to put her out of her misery and pain from a broken heart.

Baby Cupid searched the heavens and finally found an arrow. He brought it back to his pink cloud over the young Alexia. He kissed the arrow and shot it straight through her back into her heart. She was still and the arrow had disappeared. Baby Cupid was confused. He had shot her but the arrow was gone and her soul had not risen out of her.

He was about to fly away because he couldn't watch her anymore when he noticed Alexia standing up and wiping her face. Her eyes were clear, her heart was racing. She brushed herself up and noticed a handsome young man standing by a tree. As if by magic, the young man turned towards her. Baby Cupid's wings began racing like the hearts of the two young people he was watching and he realized he was watching them fall in love. His arrow was blessed by him with his kiss and mended Alexia's heart to fall in love with the first compatible person she saw. That person just happened to be nearby.

From that day forward, Baby Cupid commissioned arrows from the gods and blessed each one with a lovers kiss. He spent his days flying around the world mending broken hearts and bringing love to people he watched. Never again would a girl like Alexia be saddened by heartache thanks to Baby Cupid.

15 February 2014

The Breeze

Breeze by breeze

The wind does blow.

Leaves flutter and fly

Like pretty tan birds

Sun is shining,

Dogs are barking

And the breeze rolls on

Like a magical rip tide.

Oh so pleasant

Is this warm winter day.

Now a sweet breeze

But tomorrow may hold snow,

For this is Colorado

Where winter weather

Is completely unknown.