In spite of travel bans, closed borders, and lockdowns, And necessary isolation between you and me, I know I will see you again, my beautiful world, For life is resilient in its hope and continuity. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #150 from Sammiscribbles: Continuity in exactly 35 words.
Life was a muddle. No hope for a change to come. Then, your love saved me. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #149 from Sammicribbles: Muddle om 16 words exactly.
Books are like wondrous lovers, As we lose ourselves with them. They devour all of our precious time, Even when it's the Brother's Grimm. They take us to destinations That we may not ever see, To meet the inhabitants there, As we move among them so silently. We don't realize that time is fleeing, For... Continue Reading →
Jackie couldn't be said to have any hubris, She was too timid to take up for herself. Her big sister, Janie, tended to fight for her, So she would give Janie most of her wealth. One day, Janie decided it was past the time That Jackie learned to face her troubles. So, with a nudge... Continue Reading →
Held captive by people who wanted to use his boat to conceal drugs, Alan had to find a way to save himself. What had started as a simple cruise had turned into a nightmare! Thieves had chosen to stage a coup for his boat. He'd resisted their attempts to climb aboard the boat from a... Continue Reading →
The leper in Luke 17: 15-16 who returned to thank Jesus for his healing helped me understand the morphology of gratefulness. True thanksgiving recognizes that we are not entitled to anything in this world. Love and compassion are gifts! Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #134 from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Morphology. Write a poem... Continue Reading →
I continue to work and produce. Don't have time for a rocking chair. I'm at that liminal stage of aging, Still up for a challenge or a dare. My hair is gray, and things Hurt that I didn't know that I had. I don't move as fast as I use to, But, overall, things aren't... Continue Reading →
In the twilight of my life, I find the sweet peace I sought when I was younger. It comes from not needing to hear everyone's opinions of my actions. Living my dreams has taught me that it's not insanity to believe in the impossible. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt today... Continue Reading →