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 →
I've been accepted into the Master of Art in Religious Studies program at the university where I earned my other three degrees. I believe in life-long learning. This is a dream and a miracle, because I am going to college without having to pay tuition or fees! I will pay for my books under a... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit: Tim Grundtner at Pexels. com Joy thought that the lure of danger as part of the blast of being a gymnast. People think you must be crazy to challenge gravity because eventually you will be hurt, with her grandfather comparing her to the cuckold who lives next door whose wife utilizes very good... Continue Reading →
QUESTIONS: Why do we dream? What a great question, and I don't have an answer. I remember Mrs. Stackhouse, one of my former teachers telling us that dreams were what happened to us in other lives. I knew that couldn't be right, because that night I dreamed of falling and landing in a pool of... Continue Reading →
For Tale Weaver #310 we are asked to write on the prompt Tired and Run Down. Mindlovemisery's Menagerie states: With a new year upon us and the stresses of 2020 behind us, (or are they), consider the new year and what it brings to us. For many of us older folk, being tired and run... Continue Reading →
An awful year ends. Dreams were deferred, but not lost. Hold on to your faith! Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The prompt is End of Year.
It is sane to dream. Yet, others may think you're mad. Prove them wrong again! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku poetry Prompt Challenge #336: mad and sane.
As I sit around the house, once again advised not to venture far from home because of the surge in the coronavirus, I wondered if I didn't need a new dream. So, I am daring to dream of becoming a published novel writer. I thought about entering the National Novel Writing Month challenge, but I... Continue Reading →
My family still calls me the weird one, An appellation in which I take great pride. I've never been one to follow the crowds, Instead, letting my own beliefs be my guide. As a little girl among the hordes of people Living in slum dwellings of three rooms, I didn't believe the poor were valueless,... Continue Reading →