Love is like a gentle breeze, Oddly makes you neither sweat nor sneeze. Very deeply in the heart it resides, Equanimity and peace it provides.   Love turns plural into dual, Owns not though and does not duel. Veracity of affection at its core, Ever happy and not wanting for more.   Love softly brings up a child, On one hand stern on the other mild. Veil of young age once removed, Everlasting sense of losing gently soothed.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...

The soothing algorithm of his touch – That’s what makes her love him so much. And the machine learning of her brain, That makes few words of hers be said in vain. The cookies gathered from their babbling Fill up the computer space but only for a twinkling. It’s the chat box at the southeast of his screen, Where she pops up like a scintillating heart beam. Together their brain cells form some kind of a web With wireless transmission like flow and ebb.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships –...

Sunrays through the clouds – disturbing the early dusk, warm color’s caress.   This haiku poem is a result of entering the following challenge: Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 97, “Love & Time” https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/08/14/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-97-love-time-synonymsonly/   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type ...

I am definitely suffering from a crisis as a writer. I used to write 25 blog posts a year and I was continuously working on a book, little by little but persistently. Then, in February 2017, something happened. I still do not know what it was. Was it just low blood-pressure making me totally tired and washed out or was it also the accompanying anxiety, which got a lot worse than usual. I started the Jane Austen exercise several times, but only did it once or twice and then relapsed in chronic fatigue – or whatever this new state is – for months. I really do not think it is writer’s...

To see fears as wishes is a crazy idea I got the other day, but I am going to go through with it anyway. Why? Because, in my opinion, any reflection which offers distance from fears can be helpful. Fears as wishes then. How can a fear be a wish? In essence, I could decipher two kinds of wishes camouflaged as fears: – the wish that something does not happen (being the fear of it happening); – the wish that things do not change (being the fear of change). Let me give you an example. I am in the process of publishing my second paperback: Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships...