Walking on the waves, Dressed in her Sunday best, Mother Nature juggles her duties, Realizing there is not time for rest. Feeding the seagull from her hand, While protecting the fish at her feet From the debris left by humans who show Little respect for the creatures in the seas. Poem written for 50 Word... Continue Reading →
Smitten with the pink, Fields covered with pure beauty. Nature spreads her love. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 14, 2019, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: cherry blossoms. Word of the Day Challenge is Smitten.
I made a decision when I was about age 12 that the safest way to never be hurt by other people was not to love anyone, even in intimate relationships when I became an adult. At such a tender age, I decided that I would never marry anyone whom I could not give up without... Continue Reading →
Answering questions from SparksfromaCombustibleMind for February 11, 2019. I have not done so for a long time. So, here are the Valentine's Day edition. What is your favorite way to spend the weekend? Douglas and I gassing the car up and going on a long drive to a state park, one with hiking trails and... Continue Reading →
She always struck me as the epitome of good sense, a no-nonsense kind of person, and she was my favorite teacher when I was school age. She was tough, but fair in her grades and in her praise. So, I was surprised when she adopted the black grimalkin that she found hiding among the billowy... Continue Reading →
There is no rhyme or reason, I know, To my love of gadgets, big and small. No matter the costs of the bells and whistles, I will not rest until I have bought them all. BBQ grills with the kitchen sink attached, And electric lawnmowers that need no gas. Planters that water themselves during the... Continue Reading →
I am not impressed By what you say you can do. Show me the results. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, February 11, 2019: do and say.
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
Truly, one of the marvels of blogging is the sheer numbers of blogs available. Seeing how many was enough at first to make me wonder if I had anything to add to the collective wisdom. But, I quickly understood why each blog is valuable and important, and that is because no one can tell our... Continue Reading →
Daily, I savored the beauty of the far horizon, Where the ocean, moon, and the sky became one. I knew that beyond it, a sanctuary waited for me, A place where my hopes and dreams would be born. My weary soul sought a quiet, sacred resting place, Where the wisdom of the ages could be... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 