Quent Cordair's Blog, page 2
December 19, 2020
In Earthly Peace
“In Earthly Peace” is my blessing of, and reverence for, a silent night, a holy night, a sacred night ~ an earthly night. The lyrics are mine. The warm and lovely voice is Tori Anna’s. I hope you enjoy the song. Please feel free to share. I’ve included the lyrics the below. Merry Christmas, all. ~
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In Earthly Peace
Silent night, holy night,
Lovers lie in starlight bright,
Lips cross lips for untold things,
Limbs cross limbs for forming wings,
Rise in flight through snowfall,
Rise in ...
December 11, 2020
April’s Justice
The point of focus was sixty yards away, four-and-a-half feet above the ground, centered over the wheel ruts of the frozen dirt drive where the drive crested the hill. There was nothing at that point, nothing but the chill, gray December air. The air was held steadily on the tip of a bladed front sight. The blade was couched snugly in a tight U notchthe rear sight of a 1903 Springfield .30-06. Inside the rifles chamber, a small lead ball waited impatiently for a slight contraction of the...
October 29, 2020
Nice
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Again comes the cry, again comes the mourn,
Clutched fingers in hair over flowers forlorn;
Candles all lit till the night wetly glows,
Coffins wrapped neatly in black satin bows.
Shadows beg mercy where mercy’s unknown,
Prayers and peace offerings, fruitlessly sown,
The desperately hoping more love will suffice
For those taking no less than blood sacrifice.
There’s left but one answer to those who love death,
Whose sword demands kneeling until the last breath,
Those blinded to reason,...
September 10, 2020
Holding Your Hand
“Holding Your Hand” is from my Lunch Break collection of poems and short stories, available in paperback and Kindle editions.
“…well worth the price. If you haven’t read any of Quent’s stories yet, I almost envy you. I’m waiting eagerly for more.” – Dianne Durante, author of the *Forgotten Delights* series
“Could you read these during your lunch break? Yes. Will you want to? No. You won’t want to rush yourself. You’ll want to pour yourself a glass of wine, snuggle into your favorite chair, tur...
August 30, 2020
Apart
The walls of space surrounding,
The veiling masks between,
The eyes distrustful, scanning,
The hopeful go unseen.
The months of days unending,
The stifled, muffled tones,
The pit in every stomach,
The gnawing in the bones.
The hunching weight of worry,
The longing for some end,
The hunger for the smiling,
The need to see a friend.
The screen a glassy bandage,
The call through window barred,
The distance deeply graving,
The voices worn and hard.
The breathing through the breaking,
The winter bor...
August 12, 2020
Should we pray?
Having chosen their course, they stood staring at the path ahead, the shadows lengthening. Only the near horizon was visible.
“Should we pray?” she offered.
“Prayer changes only the clock.”
“And the clock changes anyway.”
She reached for his hand.
“Let’s go then.”
“Let’s go.”
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Enjoy more of my flash fiction, poetry, and short fiction in my latest collection, My Kingdom, now available in paperback and Kindle editions. ~
I could not put the book down! I read the poems out loud to my kids...
July 31, 2020
No Sea Was Ever Sailed
Signing the first of the “No Sea Was Ever Sailed” prints. I’m very pleased with these, and proud of poem. Its meaning is so important today ~ critical inspiration for moving ahead. We must regain our courage, embrace the reality that living means taking risks. Let us know if you’d like to order a signed print. They’re 16″ x 20″, on high-quality watercolor paper. Great inspiration for kids’ rooms or schools too. ~ #NotDyingisNotLiving
Order one or more prints of “No Sea Was Ever Sailed” here (f...
July 17, 2020
No Sea Was Ever Sailed
I love it. I’m signing each one. The first proof of “No Sea Was Ever Sailed” is in, and I couldn’t be more pleased. Printed on sturdy, high-quality watercolor paper, 16″ x 20,” great for framing, gifting. https://cordair.com/artists/cordair/works/no-sea-was-ever-sailed/index.html
No Sea Was Ever Sailed
No sea was ever sailed
By fear of drowning in the deep.
No bridge was ever built
By huddled souls in castle’s keep.
No cloud slipped ‘neath the wing
Of one who dared not leave the ground.
No d...
June 18, 2020
“Between Venus & Mars” & more ~
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Between Venus and Mars
Crickets below, dippers above,
Night rising cool around the foxglove,
Floor of warm stone, ceiling of stars,
Jewel on the ring between Venus and Mars.
You’ll find my address between Venus and Mars.
Striding the plain, mountains surround,
Strove to find flight, broke the earthbound,
Made from this place, evolved and sublime,
Blessedly born and right for the time,
Mastering all but the passage of time.
Tick the count down until thunder and burn,
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June 3, 2020
No Sea Was Ever Sailed
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No Sea Was Ever Sailed
No sea was ever sailed
By fear of drowning in the deep.
No bridge was ever built
By huddled souls in castle’s keep.
No cloud slipped ‘neath the wing
Of one who dared not leave the ground.
No daunting height was scaled
Without a test of holds unsound.
No barn was ever raised
By hands that wouldn’t plant in spring.
No city skyline drawn
By those whose vision wouldn’t sing.
No rocket ship was launched
Without a dream to touch the stars.
No man stood on the Moon
Who di...
