Gretchen O'Donald
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Gretchen O'Donald is a member of Bubble Jeopardy, 50 tHiNgS........, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , Abandoned Dark Creepy, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Anger Management, Anticonsumerism, Art from the Workplace, Country Bumpkin, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Creative Poetry Challenges, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Current Issues, Drawing Day, Everyday Life, Experimental, Farms and Countryside, Insomniacs and Other Night Crawlers, Lifeline, London Life, Midnight Ramblers, Pleasure & Pain, Safe Haven, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Something To Say, The Art of Pain, The Word Tree, This is England, Tuesday Afternoon, Two Word Challenge, Up & Coming Writers, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, Wales, Rich in Beauty, West Midlands UK, WMG and Writers Edge.
Journal Entries
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Art
Writing
To Each His Own
Where I come from, that’s a pound or two, / tie it to a balloon and let it loose or it’ll smother you, / Clean your ears, tie up your shoes, I guess it’ll be a trick to lie in the deep and murk…
Ambition and the shadow puppets
Soap bubble eyes disguising the knives / Forks and spoons until drained away leaving a stain, / Greasy rim keeps it’s posture, and arrogant colour, whilst diluted, reclusive, retreats down the d…
A drop of water in the ocean
Don’t skim a stone across my surface now, I’ve spent my life becoming still. My cries for help are subtle, too insecure to let myself appear self-conscious, mutter no words of me please, I feel…
A Shoulder To Cry On
A million beasts dissolve in to darkness as I sit and swill my blood, with contemplative expressions, a harp for a heart, each tender pluck a different sound. … I li…
I Lost It ... (#205)
I wrote something down the other day, on the back of a bit of note paper, or a receipt, I don’t remember, but it was good and I lost it, it was good, the words made sense, but I lost it… / And now…
Out Of Reach (#201)
Snail shells run amok with pebbles blazed and lifeless. Grassy stubs stretch for the sky, pointlessly; they are bound forever to their roots, and will feed the roots of the immature in time. Scattered…
