Author: belindabotzong

I am a writer of historical fiction currently working on a novel based in Washington State from the years of 1900-1945. I love to write poetry and prose inspired by Creation, as well as share in life's journey through grief, mental illness, and travel. I am very blessed to be able to pursue my passion of writing, creating, and sharing my thoughts here.

Harbor Life

Boats, yachts, Fishing vessels and sailboats

An array of dreamy Names painted in various script

Starlight, Ocean Hunter, Desire, Yvonne and so many others on the bow or stern announcing the clever and thoughtful uniqueness of its owner or captain

Swaying chains and rolls of nets

Piles of well- used crab pots and knotted ropes in blue and yellow

Twisted amongst rusted links of anchors and chains

Wafting breezes carry salty fragrances across the rippled tide where crying gulls bounce on gentle waves then rise suddenly to soar into the gray winter sky

Chaotic and peaceful with a beautiful rhythm that calms the spirit of those on shore watching harbor life

©Belindabotzong2018

Spring Marching In

Spring marching into a warm afternoon announcing her intentions to stay awhile

Hysterical seagulls chuckling and chortling as thy swoop in with a colorful kite circling above

Giggling children squealing in high pitched voices chasing one another through the park and sliding down for the hundredth time

The warmth of the sun mixing with the coolness of a gentle breeze spreading over the placid salty bay ripples

Weightless puffs of white clouds lingering at the horizon and just over the tips of snow capped peaks giving the illusion of warmer days of springtime

Barren trees etching the blue topaz sky with hands raised high applauding a winning round for spring

Full yellow moon rising in celebration of Spring’s parade

©Belindabotzong2018

Let spring win

Lapping waves splash playfully against the sides of boats in the harbor. Gently swaying in the constant current.

Flapping wings of a manic duck skipping over the gentle ripples

Seagulls in tandem catching wind currents up then down then up again soaring and swooping as they chuckle to each other

Islands outlined in misty thin layers of low hanging clouds in an otherwise pale blue winter sky. Frosted hilltops surround the bay in tantalizing crisp white layers

Hazy Sunlight filters as the horizon pulls the yellow ball ever toward the edge of the sea and the days lengthen almost imperceptibly a minute at a time

Frosted morning now forgotten as winter pulls hearts toward spring.

©Belindabotzong2018

Writers Block

Time set aside

To write whatever pours out

To open yourself to

Feedback

Critique

Constructive criticism

And to offer the same to others

Vulnerablity

Tom who writes horror

Bob who could be my grandpa

Retired and unemployed and fully employed

Passionate

Particular

Peculiar

Eccentric

Nancy and Chloe and David

Holland and Mary and others with names and faces

Unique

Introspective

Wordsmiths

Discovering their talents

Their voice

Their originality

Encouraging

Cheering

Hoping

For the day they publish

Printed words

Prose and fiction

Illustrated children’s stories

Single spaced darkness

Blocking and storyboards

Revised revisions of visions revived

Writers support group

Acceptance

Achievement

Welcoming the newest member drifting in then out again

Overwhelmed

Inspired

Intimidated

Encouraged

Hopeful Authors

©Belindabotzong2018

Seasonal Nursery Rhyme

Ring around a rosy moon

Pockets full of mittened hands

Twilight sky in hues of blackened blues

Cold breath creating vapor clouds that drift in the crisp breeze, freezing tear-cicles in my eyes

Twinkles of little starlight dance amongst the parted skies revealing remnants of snowmen fading into lawns surrounded by buds longing to burst into daffodils

Cautious steps on hail slickened sidewalks tiptoe near the tulips emerging beneath the frozen soil

Spring continues to promise a glorious arrival if only winter would surrender its icy hold

©Belindabotzong2018

Gold Medal Winter

Granite clouds drip golden honey sunbeams

Sagging barn window fills with with liquid golden sunlight

Slate islands form puzzle pieces on the horizon edged in golden ripples

Bare poplar giants reach into the golden light as brisk winds blow across fields of untouched, pristine snow reflecting golden shimmers

Winter pours out her heart in aching beauty and awards herself the gold medal in sunsets.

©Belindabotzong2018

Mid February Beauty

Richness of crystal blue sky

Paled by feathered clouds

Hazy across gray blue olympics layered behind islands of the San Juan’s

Subtle ripples form in the stillness of placid salt water bay

Interrupted by coast guard waves and frigid breezes wafting crisp refreshment

Tentative sea gulls edging closer to people who may throw a scrap of bread and create a cacophony of mournful screams of delight

Mid February Beauty

©Belindabotzong2018

Seasons Battle

Mid February battle of seasons

Winter blanket covering spring’s hopes

Bitter wind blasting early buds

Daffodils and tulips and cherry blossoms wishing they could retreat

Storybook clouds racing across brilliant blue skies

Score one for winter

©Belindabotzong2018

Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Remembering the past

Idealization of times gone by

Days of old

Bittersweet memories

Nostalgia

Childhood freedom

Unrestrained laughter

Swinging and hiding and seeking

Discovery and dreams

Nostalgia

Longing for what never was

Aching for a past never experienced

In the way it’s remembered

Reminiscing

Leaving out the struggle

Nostalgia

Faded valentines

Handwritten letters tied in paisley ribbon

Envelopes with abbreviated addresses and one cent stamps peeling at the corner

Albums with velvet covers

Sepia toned portraits

Hiding stories of days gone by

Frozen smiles or frowns

Everyone dressed up in their Sunday best

Portraying ideal families in ideal situations

Their own nostalgia created on a tin photographic plate

Someday someone will long for the days of old

And they will mean today

©Belindabotzong2018

Sanity Returns

Muddled vision blurred by irrational thoughts and ideas replaced with sparkling Clarity

The gears slow to an even rhythm

The whirring and whizzing of rapidly changing thoughts reach a steady state

Rapid fire words and reactions and emotions ride an even keel of tempered conversations and deep thought

Images and frequencies normalize into reality

Like dials in a sound booth the knobs of medication and sleep and therapy fine tune and gradually remove the static and noise

The artifacts of stimulation and simulation and wild random churning waves are refined into coherent and rational thoughts and ideas

Turning the corner. Changing the tidal wave of anger and betrayal into deep loving gracious waves of thankfulness

We all breathe deeply again

Tension releases

Eggshells are swept away

Gracious forgiveness

Sanity Returns

Praise God

©Belindabotzong2018