Image Credit to LuizClas@Pexels Watching the birds fly through a sky pink with promises of adventures, She wonders if home for those graceful beauties is any particular place. She dreams of one day taking flight away from this field and land, And just the thought of traveling far away brings a smile to her face.... Continue Reading →
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Douglasville, Georgia Honest words of love Bend our hearts toward each other. Speak sweetly to me! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #392: Bend(ing/s) and Heart.
Hiking at Sweetwater Creek State Park on Christmas Day, 2021 With my new hiking poles leading the way, I thrust my body down footpaths and up the lowest hills. I carefully shift from my left foot to my right foot with bated breath, For the way is fraught, and I do not want to take... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit to Sarah Whiley Bending over to please people is hazardous to our health, For to yield to the desire to fit in leads to the ominous theft Of our self-esteem along with the small size of our aplomb, And we find ourselves acting against type with no qualms. The amazing zest that we... Continue Reading →
Snow turns into slush. White lines no longer blend in. Safe to drive again. When I saw the prompts, I automatically thought of the one winter in Illinois where I was terrified of driving, mainly because I couldn't see the street lines and when I braked, the car kept moving. We moved in the spring... Continue Reading →
Downtown in Alicante, Spain The plane makes its final approach! Looking at this place I will enjoy, My breath catches in my throat, As I feel the first strange sensation of joy! Written for the prompts from Lifelessons by Judy Dykstra-Brown: approach, looking, street, breath, strange.
Early birds get worms, But only by avidly Pursuing their prize. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #378: Avid and Worm.
We are not immune to repeating the mistakes of the past, Actions that maimed the spirit of a people and a nation. We cannot allow ourselves to become weary in well doing, And foist the hatreds of others on another generation. Voting is speech that the founding fathers failed to endow On their darker brothers... Continue Reading →
It's eerie what's happened, America has become a place of desolation. Hate-filled language disguised as the words of God Always alters a democratic nation. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #210 from Sammiscribbles: Eerie in 24 words. The words of Zechariah 7:14 inspired the poem.
To see the young boy grinning, Holding two warty frogs in his hands, Gave me so much pleasure and peace, Almost more than anyone could stand. The growth of the flowers around me Served as a prerequisite to the joy I felt. And the blow to my heart was so complete That in worship to... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 