It's hard to love a mercurial mate, Whose emotions are in a jumbled state. Much energy expended making them glad, Never knowing why they're so mad. Trying to change them doesn't work. They seem to enjoy being jerks. Written for Sammiscribbles #108 from Sammi Cox: a poem or story in 38 words exactly on Mercurial.... Continue Reading →
Laying on the beach, comfortable and free, Smokes, cold beer, sand, a book, and the sun . The guy seemed like he had no real troubles, As if all of his responsibilities had been done. He was enjoying his life to the fullest, and I envied him his ability to let go and just live.... Continue Reading →
Snow-covered mountains soothed my spirit and brought me joy! We are home and tired! But, it is a good weariness, for we enjoyed Italy and look forward to returning some day to more areas, like Rome and Florence. We left Montesilvano on Friday morning, a two hour car trip to the airport, and finally arrived... Continue Reading →
Watching the film of the laughing woman, I marvel that I looked so normal. We were to act as though happily ever after existed, and truth was avoided at too high a cost. The truth is that marriage is a combination of good and bad times, unique to each couple. You hope for many more... Continue Reading →
Live in the slow lane. So much life missed moving fast. Savor each moment. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for May 27, 2019: fast and lane.
There is dense housing in Italy, so not many big yards. But, some balconies are covered in flowers and bushes, even a tree at one apartment! I love how they place flowers together, making full use of small spaces, as seen below. In a yard in Montesilvano, Italy. For the Flower of the Day Challenge... Continue Reading →
Hindsight is not helpful in changing past decisions, but it will save you some heartache in the future. Not to be disingenuous, I should have either waited until we returned to have the defibrillator surgery or postponed the trip until I had healed sufficiently to enjoy all that Italy has to offer. Yet, I am... Continue Reading →
Making meatball from scratch, with nutmeg, in Cerratina, Italy! He saw my profile. I seemed sweet, the pearl he sought. Then, he stole my heart. True story for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: sweet and heart. Above we are learning to cook Italian while on vacation in Italy until Saturday, and we will be... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, Douglas and I drove to a small city called Cerratina for a cooking lesson. We were prepared for a esoteric experience, as I thought of Italian cooking as difficult to do. But while it was more elbow work than expected, the actual making of pasta was quite interesting. We were greeted by Rosy and... Continue Reading →
Looking at the Adriatic Sea in Montesilvano, Italy On the seashore, looking at the sea, A desire to be on the water took ahold of me. Something like a zodiac boat, not big at all, Skipping across waves, answering nature's call. Rejoicing in mist-covered shrouds, One with water, winds, and clouds. Written for the Weekend... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 