How can one have antipathy For people they don't know? I cannot see. How can the color of one's skin Arouse such deep feelings within? How do we change it? Written for Sammiscribbles prompt for August 3: write poetry or prose on antipathy in exactly 30 words.
It's hard to love a mercurial mate, Whose emotions are in a jumbled state. Much energy expended making them glad, Never knowing why they're so mad. Trying to change them doesn't work. They seem to enjoy being jerks. Written for Sammiscribbles #108 from Sammi Cox: a poem or story in 38 words exactly on Mercurial.... Continue Reading →
Looking at the Adriatic Sea in Montesilvano, Italy On the seashore, looking at the sea, A desire to be on the water took ahold of me. Something like a zodiac boat, not big at all, Skipping across waves, answering nature's call. Rejoicing in mist-covered shrouds, One with water, winds, and clouds. Written for the Weekend... Continue Reading →
Jonathan was angry with his mother. At age 16, she had denied his request for a motorcycle. He thought, "How dare she tell me no! Nobody tells me that I cannot have what I want!" His mother hated that he was angry, but she knew that denial is valuable for people. Getting everything one wants... Continue Reading →
My feet meanders through fields, Following my soul as it takes flight. They take me to unknown places Where I find peace in morning's light. To walk down new unfamiliar roads, Paths that have went unexplored, Fills me with immeasurable joy, Bringing me closer to the Lord. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #104 from... Continue Reading →
I feel vulnerable at times, Too scared to take risks. But your love, Lord, empowers me, So I walk on mountaintops. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
There is no real dichotomy between you and me, For we both have eyes, ears, noses, and feet. Thank God that hearts don't notice color or race, But only seek another heart with the same beats. Delirious were we when love finally found us, It reminded us of our value and worth. We had both... Continue Reading →
What we can do with longer days, Let me count the marvelous ways. Picnics happening on lush green grass, As the new leaves in the trees sway. Listening to what seems a frog chorus, As they are in the weeds ensconced. A church service in the beautiful woods, With reverence and call and response. Strolling... Continue Reading →
The line between love and hate isn't as indistinct as people think. Love builds up; hate tears down. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles for February 23, 2019. Write a flash fiction, poem, or anything you like in only 18 words from the prompt:Indistinct.