Jamye Sharp

Joined August 2024

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Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.

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The Cry in the Water: Part 1
The boards creaked softly, the gentle ripple of the water lulling weary men to sleep. The sun had gone down, and only lamps on the for and aft deck illuminated the night. It was a moonless evening. Conversations had drifted off silently, until all that remained of the previous banter, was gentle pipe smoke and the careful play of lines as each man tried to land just one last fish.
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
Fears
Fears, They sneak in when I am not looking, Little rats searching for bits of me, So many dreams upon the floor, When did I give up?
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Steps
Three forwards, Two behind, Each one going, Like the clock, Tick and tock, Here we walk, Each year a million, Until we stop,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
The Candle
One among many, Steps upon the way, Generation to next, Leading the way, Dark places past, Golden glow of gathered, Each flame a kin,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Little Gifts
Every morning’s tender touch, First breath from furtive dreams, Dominoes of tagging thought, Trickling through the weave,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
But the Divine
Open my eyes, For I cannot see, Change the heart of me, What was stone indeed, Loneliness the curse of man, What divine but an open hand?
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Dive With You
All the leaves are falling now, Memories of summer spent with you, Who could say the moment's gone? What if we knew? The dance has taken us around,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting for Willy
You’ve gone away now, All I can think of is your face, The games we played, The snuggled conversations, Light of your dark brown eyes,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
One Small Thought
The stars sing above me, Cold lights of eternity, And here I am on this globe, One small thought, But a breath in stillness,
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Poets
Kora and Neko
"Look at old white belly teasing that dog." "That's not 'old white belly', dad. That's Neko, and he looks like he's wearing a suit."
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction
Train Whistles
A loud whistle in the darkness. I could hear the train coming before I saw it. Slow creaking sounds. It was big. This wasn't my train.
By Jamye Sharpabout a year ago in Fiction