A New Song - Triolet

Passion, heat, intenseness please give.


Press it to me, so I may live.

Rise above my body my love.

Passion, heat, intenseness please give.

Your touch I crave forever long.

Next to me as you sing our song.

Passion, heat, intenseness please give.

Press it to me so I may live. 

© All Rights Reserved P.S. Rowland

Nostalgic November

Dreaming of warmer weather as I type this......

Fall is officially over for us here in Eastern WA.  With temps in the low teens, and forecast for snow next week. I do believe it's time to pack the swimsuit away, and winterize our surroundings!

November has warmed my heart several times with very sweet emails from readers, which keeps me going. It's all possible through you, so thank you.

In wandering through my favorite places (book stores) I have had another reason for warmth in this cold weather. Seeing my book on shelves!

November also brings to writers a chance to write a novel in one month. November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)  On November 1, participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel by 11:59 PM on November 30. Although I do not write novels, each year I strive to reach the 50K goal. 

Learn more about NaNoWriMo . You could be the next New York Times Best Selling Author!

Exciting news! I have been invited to read my work at an event called "Four Minutes of Fame", sponsored by an organization called. "Write on the River" So it appears I will be famous for a few minutes anyway, ha!  This event is open to the public, and is being held November 20th, 2014 7:00-9:00 pm at the Upper Eastside Coffee Company, located at 1610 Grant Rd East Wenatchee WA. I look forward to meeting you if you are able to attend.  

I am happy to announce my next book is in manuscript form, and ready for the first round of editing. Progress! The title is still a secret :)

Enjoy this poem from my next book. Keep warm!!

Kinesics (10W)

Heat singed
my essence
from his desire
floating towards me.

© All Rights Reserved P.S. Rowland

Labored ~ A Poem ~ Haiku

Dank, dark, uncontrolled

Suffocating air to breathe

October is death

Super September & Opaque October

Hi Everyone! 

Well it appears I missed September altogether. Ha! The blog was lonely, so I will allow September to cuddle up with October, and mesh them together.  

September was a fun and busy month. Our weather was still spectacular, allowing us a couple more days of boating and sunshine, and several more motorcycle rides.  

We rode to the annual "Oyster Run" in Anacortes WA. This is the largest motorcycle run in the Pacific Northwest. 

These 3 crazies are known as the "Triplets" My two great friends, (from left to right) Joy, Craig, and of course me.  

Just a glimpse of a couple blocks of bikes at the Oyster Run. Many more blocks in either direction, FUN! 

Oh, and speaking of fun.... check this out. The Seattle Cossacks. Do not try this at home.  

It was necessary to finish this trip off with a little wine tasting in Winthrop WA 

Yes, that's what wine will do to you :)  

October, well what can I say about October. Blah! Fall is here. However it does produce beautiful colors. I'm not a fan of the cold therefore, I may need relocate for the winter (dreaming). Although in all seriousness, it will be good for my writing. Staying in with hot steamy cocoa all cozy in my office. 

My writing continues on a daily basis. I find the challenge of balancing writing and creating new poems, with putting my next book together.  The latter I need to start focusing on more. Time to pull up my cowgirl boot straps! 

My heartfelt thanks go out to all of my readers for your continued support and encouragement. Without you what's the point? :) 

I will leave you with this thought and poem from my next book ~ 

Comfort ~ (Triolet) 

"I hear his voice, it speaks to me. 

It touches deep, and love I see. 

His warmth surrounds my ever cell. 

I hear his voice, it speaks to me. 

His touch undoes all my worries. 

In his chest, my face I bury. 

I hear his voice it speaks to me. 

It touches deep, and love I see." 

© All Rights Reserved P.S. Rowland 

Forever Yours - A Poem by Dustin Matthews

Please enjoy this lovely poem submitted by Dustin Matthews. He resides in NYC where he has the privilege of meandering around Central Park in all its glory and romance.

FOREVER YOURS

I stare at you from a distance.

My heart keeps you close in mind.

No matter how far away you appear,

you're always right here in my soul.

So next time you see me from afar,

know that I'm with YOU in your heart.

That's the way WE are,

when soul mates are apart.

© All Right Reserved Dustin Matthews

New Poem "Complete" (Triolet- French form of poetry)

My love for him deepens each day

He pieces me back together

His heart in me is here to stay

My love for him deepens each day

He makes me free to be myself

I feel whole within his embrace

My love for him deepens each day

He pieces me back together

Double Nickels

Double nickels wise and true.

Complications, that make me blue.

Integrity tested throughout my soul.

It appears as though I’ve lost my goal.

Ripples of passion against my heart.

Am I headed for a brand new start?

I gaze around at all I see.

I wonder what is wrong with me.

The toll it takes is wearing me down.

I speak the words, do you hear my sound?

Thunder in his soul, as he looks at me,

rattles my cage, and then sets me free.

M.W.P. - A poem dedicated to my brother who lost his fight with heroin at age 46.

Today I think of you,

so many years have past.

The picture of your face,

in my mind will always last.

Such wasted years we had,

miles apart were we.

The house was filled with two,

oh I wish it had been three.

Your pain was not your own,

I shared it every day.

I’d wish that you were clean,

I hoped, I begged, and prayed.

Then one day you were gone.

The call came in the night. 

I laid in bed and cried,

till the darkness turned to light.

Each year on this day,

you’re heavy on my heart.

But one day soon I know,

you’ll have a brand new start.

I love you Mickey

"Willow Dreams" by Timothious Clayton Smith

I am pleased to introduce Timthious Clayton Smith, a talented writer, and poet. He has submitted a lovely poem, I would like to showcase this month. You can read more of his work at Poems by Timothious



Timothious Clayton Smith was born in North Kansas City, Missouri. Timothious and his brothers were often read to by their mother. And although their mother tried to read the normal children's books, they craved more, resulting in being read to from whatever she was currently reading. This meant bedtime stories where normally something from Edgar Allen Poe or the like. 

Willow Dreams

By Timothious

Oaken embers glow in the hearth

The smell of beechnut flavored beer

Dogwoods flower and perfume the earth

And what do Willows dream, dear?

They dream to be women

To have their beauty and grace

To lure to taunt and lures of men

But most of all to have your face.

They dream of your fair skin

Of drinking deep the pools of your eyes

Of the looks you bring from men

Even your sorrows, your tears and cries

They dream of being like you 

They wish for your smile 

And even your beauty true

Your nose, your lips and to laugh just awhile

They dream of your hair 

How they wish it could be 

They would grow it long with care

So for the beauty of all to see

But they know it cannot be 

So, they wait by the stream

And let their dreams flow to the sea

But of only you do they dream

“Animated August”

Hello my friends!

The flurry of August has jumped in with two feet, and rushed right past me. 

This was a busy time for our household. Filled with friends, family, tiny “I love you grandma” voices, food, wine, laughter, and joy. 

Since August 1st we’ve had the privilege of overnight guests every weekend. We've enjoyed the activities of the Omak Stampede, and World Famous Suicide Race. 

In addition to all that excitement we experienced two haboobs! Now that was a first! 

The rest of the month continued in this pattern.

My writing is pushing forward. My second book is taking on a life of it’s own. Slowly morphing into a theme of emotions, which for me has been very revealing. With each realization comes more excitement.

Stay tuned, and keep cool in this heat, and unpredictable summer weather…. and most importantly,  never let the passion die.