It's difficult and painful to realize that you have been wearing a mask for a long time, not really being as authentic as you should have been. It does not matter if the mask was worn unintentionally; what matters is finding the courage to admit that you need to change and to be real in... Continue Reading →
Life gets hard sometimes. Not promised an easy ride. God's grace: Sufficient. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #245: easy and ride.
I looked out the window and saw a robin, and I said aloud, "Hello, fellow earth dweller. Don't you look beautiful with that red breast!" I thought about how gorgeous God made every creation. Then, it hit me: Human beings are beautiful as well. Then, as I walked with Douglas as he played disc golf,... Continue Reading →
To see the beautiful boats, Lined up like an armada. Ready for doing their duty, From a simple sail to a regatta. Such peace it brings to me, Standing and admiring each one. I love to see the fishing ships come in, Knowing their work has been done. With a flock of gulls following, Hoping... Continue Reading →
What we can do with longer days, Let me count the marvelous ways. Picnics happening on lush green grass, As the new leaves in the trees sway. Listening to what seems a frog chorus, As they are in the weeds ensconced. A church service in the beautiful woods, With reverence and call and response. Strolling... Continue Reading →
Give me a child who questions the world, One who asks why or how every hour. For that little one will go far in this life, Because their curiosity carries much power. Power to make the world a better place, Questioning how things have always been. Inquisitive minds seek to understand it all, As things... Continue Reading →
Wind all around me, I became one with nature. Storms inside dispelled. Written for the Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: spring storm. Standing amidst gusty winds today reminded me that I am one with the elements, bringing me peace.
Boyd looks up at the train. As he smokes, he thinks, "Do I arrest the dame, or do I let her get away? Sometimes what is right prevents justice from being meted out. Without a doubt, the victim was the real criminal!" He walks away, deciding that the lady had suffered enough! (276 characters) Written... Continue Reading →
Sharon saw nothing she wanted. "Going back for my money!" Written for Ten-Word Photo Prompt: Going Back from Bit2Read.
Writing for the first time for prompt challenge of page and line from The Haunted Wordsmith: Page 195, line 4 from any book. Write a story that includes the line. Marion, switching off the percolator and bringing two... Learning Curve, Catherine Aird Marion, switching off the percolator and bringing two cups of coffee to the... Continue Reading →