Ode to Grief

 (To be read in an Irish dialect)

Grief, grief, what purpose do you hold?

My heart is filled with pain, yet not for the departed soul;

For I know that life beyond is where she longs to be.

So it shouldn’t be in sorrow, unless the sorrow is for me.

Her gain is my loss and that is plain to see;

for I now have no one to share my thoughts,

and must keep them deep within me.

Soon one morn, my sun will shine,

and a new day it’ll be,

when I can join me loved ones,

and those I long to see.

Grief, grief, what a terrible thing you are.

You take away a person’s joy, and replace it with a scar.

So grief, be on your way, I have no need of thee;

           And take your sorrow, and your pain, and please, just leave me be.

William Gorgus, on the death of his dear wife, Diane June 4^th 2010

A Windfall

When you hear the word "Windfall" we are given to think of winning the lottery or some other source of great riches. However I have just had a "Windfall" and I can't spend it, not that I would want to. You see what I have gotten is a sudden rush of friends, people from all over. It reminds me of when the leaves come swirling around my feet on a breezy fall day. A rush of color glistening and gleeming in the sun, bright reds, and yellows all dancing about. But to each his own, as far as windfall's go.


Problems and intentions:

It has been a great struggle for me,to say the least, but now I  have two Blogs (would plural be with two 'g's) and can't find either of them. ://Wendlebe.blogspot.com/  and ://BillGorgus.blogpot.com/ 

Now about "Wendlebe", should you ask, and that's "Oliver Wendlebe", 'Oly' for short, is a fictional character I have been working with for the past little bit. Like in Alice in Wonderland however, my friend tends to be a wee bit odd, but from time to time he becomes as sound as a dollar, much like myself. So my hope is that "Windfall" will become a place of sharing wild and amazingly unusial tales. some of which will be absolutely true, and that will be for the readers to deside for themselves.

Then, if you should ever be given passage to BillGorgus/Phorotrapher you will see that the derangenment spreads, There I hope, should I ever be able to find the spot myself, to show you how I play with the little flowers. (that's a bit strange sounding, I must agree, but they are considered to be "Abstract") That will be on page two under the title,"A picture is worth a thousand words".

I looked at that address above, "BillGorgus/Photographer, and had to laugh out loud, as I had written a play not long ago entitled Peter Gage / Photographer, but we are nothing alike...Isn't that true Peter?