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.
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 →
Dance to the tunes that make you happiest in life. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #155 for Sammiscribbles: Tune in 10 words.
We are all in this crisis together Is the fabric of our society. We're not alone in the struggle, That belief lessens our anxiety. But, lately the fabric is fraying, Torn by protests and lies told. Politicians wanting elderly lives sacrificed Just so a few doodads can be sold. "There're more important things than living,"... Continue Reading →
For the last four years, Douglas and I have spent some parts of April and May in Europe. We loved pretending to live in Spain, Italy, or Portugal. Now homebound by the virus ravaging the world, our children are somewhat glad that our nomadic lifestyle is on hold today. But we miss the walks on... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Help from Heaven 