Ambling down the streets of Paris, I noted the oeillade looks between couples and heard promises made that I suspected wouldn't be honored whatsoever! I am willing to admit that my cynicism may be fueled by recently having survived a torrent of abuse that left me distrustful of treacle, words that trick the heart into... Continue Reading →
From FreeImages.com Once the storms blow past, Birds take to the air again! We should do likewise! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Bird and Blow. I thought about taking back our power after the difficulties of life pass.
A Valentine's Day gift from my Husband, Douglas, two years ago! She got lost on the way to the latest museum. Traveling alone near Aberdeen, Scotland, she had two things on her mind as she approached a small village: rest and food. She wasn't looking for romance, as no one had ever shown an interest... Continue Reading →
I'm not a possession. Love means knowing when to let go. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #196 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Possess in 11 words exactly.
MorgeFiles e32881395fc4c55bc54564d3da961 Kendall was overjoyed at the delicious thrill of rappeling down the mountain! Reputed to be a workaholic, in truth, there was nowhere on the planet that he would rather be right now. He had worked extreme hours because the other two members of his team, Jeff and Michelle, were persistent in their efforts... Continue Reading →
Chocolates abound. Love's first embers are relit For another year! I think that Valentine's day is a necessary holiday. Yes, Valentine's Day is by its very nature commercialized, as it is a day to express one's affection for another through gifts. However, so often we get busy with life and we forget to say or... Continue Reading →
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Douglasville, Georgia. I am inspired here. Walking on the trails. Admiring the beauty there. Waters sing my song! Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge from Go Dog Go Cafe.
Photo by Ellie Burgin on Pexels. com Mila felt lost in her sadness at having to move again, this time for her mother's work. Her father promised her that it will be the last move, just one more new school to conquer. As she walked in the woods, she felt the heaviness of the moment... Continue Reading →
How I would've loved to grow up in a Gingerbread House, One where the home was truly sweet. With graham crackers for walls and doors, It would be a delightful place to meet and greet. But, with my sweet tooth and love of sugar, Before you know it, I would be out of a home.... Continue Reading →
There's no generation of women before me to consult, For I am the matriarch of the family, the oldest female. It's a role I embrace joyfully, as healer, the wiper of tears, And as the repository of ancient stories by which I was regaled. Written for the D'Verse Quadrille #121 from D'verse Poets Pub. The... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 