Star Davies

August 09 Winner!: "Ghost Whispers" by William Gorman


Happy Halloween, Star...

Hello Ms. Star. HUGS!! I hope all is well in your world.
How's the new book coming along?

HUGS!!! Hi honey!! I hope all is well in your world.. I miss you and Tazz.. we should get together next time I'm in town.. HUGS!!

Thank you very much, Star. It's great to have a new friend in the authors' community.

Thanks for including me in your MySpace circle of friends!!


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Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke


When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough

Thanks for the add. Looking forward
to reading your work. I'm almost
to the finish line on my first. Merci for the inspiration. Flame.

Ditto with the thanks for the add, my friend! Have a great week, MJ

Thank you for the friend request. I look forward to getting to know you. Have a great week.

Have a great week, Star!!