Steam rising skyward. The train moves my dreams forward. Feel all that power! Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The prompt is Steam Engine. Being a lover of trains, I couldn't resist the prompt.
The leper in Luke 17: 15-16 who returned to thank Jesus for his healing helped me understand the morphology of gratefulness. True thanksgiving recognizes that we are not entitled to anything in this world. Love and compassion are gifts! Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #134 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Morphology. Write a poem... Continue Reading →
Releasing the guilt, she felt free. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. the prompt is guilt.
Patty wanted to scream! As she watched the tanned man with the withered hand and an impish smile that belied his age attempt to release the elastic band on the box of copier paper with just enough flair to impress the younger female assistants, she so wanted to cave in and go do it herself!... Continue Reading →
What a mess it is! Intense feelings on both sides. Leave before you're hurt! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #281. The prompts for this week are mess and intense!
Yesterday was my favorite day of the year: November 24. It's my birthday, and every since I was a child, I have thought it was the "cat's meow." I love it, for there is somethings so wonderful in knowing that I was born on this day.Douglas and I celebrated the day alone. I received happy... Continue Reading →
Seeing oneself as a victim can become addictive! This was the epiphany I had on last Saturday that has rocked me to my core. I was watching a YouTube video of a preacher from a church in Virginia, and his sermon was on Matthew 18:15, wherein Jesus says that if another believer sins against you,... Continue Reading →
Being lied on brought such misery. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story prompt from My Ramdom Ramblings. The prompt for Saturday, November 23, 2019 is Misery.
I continue to work and produce. Don't have time for a rocking chair. I'm at that liminal stage of aging, Still up for a challenge or a dare. My hair is gray, and things Hurt that I didn't know that I had. I don't move as fast as I use to, But, overall, things aren't... Continue Reading →
“Never burn a bridge you could push them off later.” That was the ironic advice Janet received from her mother, who was the consummate bridge burner. Mother didn't know how to solve problem with others in ways that allowed her relationships with them to go unharmed. Janet remembered vividly the day when Mother, lamenting her birthday... Continue Reading →
