From Paula of Lights Motifs II Answering questions from Roger and Melanie for Share Your World. Roger's Questions: What happened to cause you to discover ‘bullies” were real? I was in the 7th grade and a new studnet to the school. I got into an argument with one of the "popular" boys, and he called... Continue Reading →
Photo image from Dan Grinwis Unsplash I tried to follow in my Grandma's footsteps, To make it easier to survive the pain in this life. But, I came to the place where her journey stopped, Before I'd encountered my own struggles and strife. I learned that I was never meant to walk in her steps,... Continue Reading →
I had an addiction to being loved. Romance was to me like eating honey. The sweet pleasure of someone's kisses Was more important than their money. Then with a swagger I'd never seen, You blew into my life during a lull. I had no clue my life would unravel, And I never took the time... Continue Reading →
A cup I offer, Filled with love and compassion. Sip deeply, my friends. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #322: cup and sip.
Photo from Mindlovemiery's Menagerie I had the oddest feeling of fear as I entered the courtroom. I nearly lost my nerve to testify. I sincerely wanted to see the gangster go to jail, but just the thought of drowning with cement booties on my feet as I sank to the bottom of the Hudson River... Continue Reading →
Caroline awoke with her beagle, Bailey, licking her face. "Stop, Bailey," she said. "Mama trying to sleep!" But, Bailey wouldn't cease from his attempts to wake her. Dogs are sentient animals, capable of perceiving things. Because Bailey sensed that something was wrong with this woman he adored, he determined to wake her, so she could... Continue Reading →
She settled for contentment over success! Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #54: Success.
In the beginning, they are ecstatic to see each other. Both are hunters looking for true love.. Time apart nearly drives them crazy. "When will I see you again?," becomes a constant question. In the middle, fantabulous love doesn't have to remain so intense, silences become lovely! Talking and sharing heartfelt dreams and wishes, Yet,... Continue Reading →
Known for a bad case of metrophobia, Gwen's body twisted inside at the shock Of being assigned to write a poem tonight About eggs, or peaches, or a pretty frock. Crouched in her slip on the bedroom floor, Her intense fears had her in their grip. There was a high chance of a failing grade,... Continue Reading →
The morrow has come. May love between races surge. Let's heal our nation. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. The prompts are Morrow and Surge.
Help from Heaven 