Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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EXISTENCE
Continued from Part II The method of sleeping and waking had become a ritual over the past nine months. The "pop" of the hermetic seal and a wash of oxygen began the process each morning. Missy and Pow would gently leap onto the platform as the glass enclosure rolled back, kissing and sniffing Anna's face until her eyes opened. Most mornings, Anna would say good morning to her babies and roll out of bed.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Fiction
Existence
Dedicated to Dr. Paul Nolan Hyde July 16, 1942 - August 1, 2021 “Tolkien's use of light and dark is so patently obvious in the text of his books that it is almost embarrassing to mention the subject. Anyone who is familiar with the volumes published by Christopher Tolkien after his father’s death is unavoidably aware of how profoundly the concept nourishes the overall creation of middle earth.” - Dr. Paul Nolan Hyde , The Moral Myth Mythmaker: The Creative Theology of J. R. R. Tolkien (2002)
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Fiction
Praise Thee, Horai
Initially a prayer or supplication used in formal and religious processions, the litany has been more recently adopted as a poetic form that catalogues a series. This form typically includes repetitious phrases or movements, sometimes mimicking call-and-response. - Poetry Foundation
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Poets
The Nest Slowly Empties
"I Miss His Voice" I miss his voice and sharing ideas about writing - the major theme: Truth. Calling once a week to share my most recent paper, poem, or prose. Sharing my triumphs and asking for his advice were the highlights of my week. Then his voice was stolen by the cancer. Just to be near him, I drove twelve hours every four to five weeks. He still had words to share with me - I would read and weep - looking up every few lines to see the tears in his eyes. And then we would sit in silence - drifting off to sleep. He would clasp my hand and rest our hands on my knee - squeezing my fingers as mine wrapped around his. Then one day the words stopped forever - I still pick up his unfinished allegory - just so that I can hear his voice once more. The last time we spoke was so long ago.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Poets
What Comes In Threes
What Comes In Threes They say death always comes in threes. I am not sure about that. I am sure about the disease. First diagnosed with prostate cancer, he fought. The chemo and radiation, a part of his routine. I didn't know until he was cancer free.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 years ago in Poets
The Well-Spring - Chapter 3
Link for Chapter 2 - The Clearing Chapter 3 - Scorching Sands The bright sunbeams thrust through the dense boughs of ancient trees. The light reflected off the leaves. The constant breeze rustled the leaves: green sequins against a brown canvas.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
The Well-Spring - Chapter 4
Chapter 3 - Scorching Sands Chapter 4 - The Great Battle Galadriel ran down the hall her footfalls echoing on the stone floor. When she arrived at the doorway of Arwen's room she met the worried gaze of the physician. Galadriel gasped when she noticed her daughter's blazing red cheeks and parched crimson lips. Arwen no longer lay peacefully as she had the night before. Writhing in obvious pain, Arwen appeared to be struggling for breath.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
I Am The Many Lives
I originally wrote this poem in Spanish for a college Spanish language class and later translated it into English. The Spanish version of this poem is lyrical and when read out loud it has a soothing effect. However, the Vocal moderators would not allow it...
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
