Pollen and I don't get along, It causes me so much tedious grief! So, when a downpour comes along, I know with it comes some relief. It may be only temporary help for me, With more awful pollen on the way. But, I thrill as each drop of rain falls, Cleaning leaves, and keeping sneezing... Continue Reading →
Exercising would make a great hobby, I know, But I find that I just can't stay loyal. Although I have more than enough space to move, My love of food results in a battle royal. Written for the Three Things Challemge #238 for Sunday, May 17, 2020 from Pensitivity 101. The prompts are hobby, loyal,... Continue Reading →
Lost without knowing why, Love can fade away. It must be nurtured With grateful words each day. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #157 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Fade, and we are asked to write a poem or prose in eactly 17 words.
I am a gypsy. My nature is to explore. Conflicts with my work. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Conflict and Gypsy.
I kept brooding over cleaning the bigger house, So we looked for something with less upkeep. We found a nice little cottage on a metalled road, And now we're not so tired when we go to sleep. Written for the Three Things Challenge from Pensitivity 101. The prompts are metal, upkeep, and brood. I used... Continue Reading →
The wind was a howling wolf, Shrieking like a banchee on crack. There'll be no sleeping for us here tonight, I wonder if we can get our money back. We chose to rent a place up in the hills, Thinking what a nice change that would be. But our smiling host failed to mention to... Continue Reading →
A nomad with wanderlust is certainly who I am, One who loves to discover strange places and roam, After I have seen all the sights and ate all the food, I start to look forward to the plane trip home. For there is where I can live an ordinary life, And it's the one place... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie I sought a place where I could find peace Away from their awful naming and looks. I found it not in a dark and gloomy place, But between the pages of amazing books. Oh, how enchanted I became as I read Of peoples who resided in distance lands. What relief to finally... Continue Reading →
Though I may be slight, Don't assume I have no might. I trust in Jesus! Written for Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Poetry prmot Challenge #304: slight and might.
Photo courtesy of Donna McNicol To the young people, I am a curious sight, Walking slowly but surely towards town. They say that I should be safe in my bed, But I tell them, "I can still get around." I'm not quick as the roadrunner, I know, But I'm still as wise as the old... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 