Ms. Queenly

Posted 14 Years Ago

Allow me to be one of the first to welcome you aboard on the journey of Writers Cafe'. This is a wonderful place to obtain opinions and grow in your writing - as long as you stay clear of the drama that dwells inside electronic lives.

I noticed you have a limited friends list, if I may offer you a bit of advice... In order to get profitable opinions and diverse feedback you may need to add alot of friends to your list.

The system of this place (most people do not even realize) is so: Your new writing is placed on the new writing list and gets pushed down the list with every new write published here. Soon, your writing is so far down the list, it becomes unnoticed and people do not click very often on those.

If, however, you have many "friends" you will have people coming to check your new works out and notice your writing... perhaps click on them and read - if it tickles their fancy, they will review. So, the way to add friends is to go about reading peoples work, reviewing them and then adding them to friends if they are interesting to you.

As with any social circle (human circles NOT omitted), there tends to be rumors, affairs, rumors about affairs, stalking, intimidation, distasteful criticism and many other things that is inappropriate.

So long as you can stick to the projected goal of becoming a writer not a victim of amateur predators you will get the best out of the site.

Enjoy your time here, and feel free to message me anytime.

Great to make your acquaintance,

Legacy

Posted 14 Years Ago

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

~ Mary Oliver ~