Photo Credit: Pisauikan@Pixabay The experiences of my life are etched in my face. A line is there for every triumph, defeat, and gain. The stories that I share with my grandchildren Are meant to save them from much suffering and pain. No lotions or creams will I use to try to hide my life, For... Continue Reading →
I don't live in an affluent neighborhood, but I felt wealthy as I watched a very spirited hummingbird seeking nutrition from the petals of the flowers indigenous to our area. I was walking on the trail near my home, searching for inspiration for my blog post. Being an iridescent person, someone who seems to understand... Continue Reading →
Photo from niklin1 at DeviantArt The postman had left one of those little notices on Joseph's door that informed him that he had a package at the post office! He pondered, "A package for me? Who could be sending me a package at this time in my life?" He started to let it remain there,... Continue Reading →
Civility lost. Let’s dust off the Golden Rule. Weed out disrespect. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Dust and Weed. The rhetoric of the election is disturbing and scary, and I fear it will leave lasting ruptures in American society. We can disageee without such ugliness, can't we?
Jessica folded the envelope with the invitation for her to play at a posh reception. Known near and abroad as "The Weeping Mandolin for her tendency to play boisterously until tears flowed from her doe eyes, she looked forward to an evening very different from those to which she was accustomed. Jittery from fear, her... Continue Reading →
Bird at the feeder on the back deck! Looking at the birds. Daydreaming I fly with them. I miss my freedom! Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Daydreaming is the prompt.
As I watched the life flow from my mother, I felt no fear, even though it was the first time I had witnessed death. It seemed as natural as a river flowing into the mighty sea, seeking to find its place in the world. I didn't wail like a banshee, respecting the peacefulness of the... Continue Reading →
Tears drip quietly. Each drop takes my pain away. I can see the Light. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #327: drip and drop.
Ever since I had a hospital stay about three weeks ago, I have been off-kilter and unable to find my way to write or do anything constructive. I have changed the way I eat, which is difficult after 68 years of eating what I want, if not what I needed. It's like I am in... Continue Reading →