I attend a writing class in my local community. Our assignment (if we chose to accept it) was to write about a memory. Fictional or non-fiction – it’s for the reader to mull over. What should I write about? Personally, I think it’s a cheat if you make up a story and say it’s aContinue reading “Working up a memory”
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Scare Me
I was trying to find the perfect quote to tell you just how much you rock. When the Jack breaks from the semi scared me so bad, I dropped my phone in the floor and lost my train of thought.
A Friend for Life
Once upon a time, a story I did read. What type of friend you are, it did decree. The definition was plan. The type of friend you are was based on the time you did remain. There were several; I can’t remember them all. I will share what I can recall. If I remember correctly,Continue reading “A Friend for Life”
Morning Moments
This morning, I popped into Kroger. As I get close to the door; I notice employees are just standing there watching …. something. It’s one of those moments; you have those thoughts, do I have dog poop on my pants? Leaves and twigs in my hair? What? They draw my attention to a man inContinue reading “Morning Moments”
True
“To thine own self to true.” How, when you’re not sure who you are?” “To thine own self to true.” How, when the world fights against you? “To thine own self to true.” And the world will crucify you. Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s.Continue reading “True”
We are the stage…
Shakespeare wrote: “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players.” As You Like It Act 2 Scene 7 William Shakespeare I say: “we are the stage and life is the actor. Play you. It will play you.“ 2002 – Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems IContinue reading “We are the stage…”
10
Most of the time; I have to peel, back the layers to discover if they are real. Memories of times long past. That were not a blast. For a fact I knew; at 10, my little world changed. From childhood, I became estranged. At 10, work was introduced. Not for “the man”, as it were.Continue reading “10”
Sorrow
“Sorrow knows no depths when hope is gone.” Written for my up coming Monday School lesson: The Gift of hope, one of four gifts Jesus’ birth gave us.
Stop the Clatter
Shouldn’t have opened my mouth. Shouldn’t have said a word. Should have kept it bottled inside the way I always do. I didn’t want a lecture. I didn’t want a speech. I wanted someone to listen to me. Someone to vent to. Someone to let the pressure out to. Someone to just listen to me.Continue reading “Stop the Clatter”
Your Disability
This was written almost a month apart. Our prayer group does Thankful Thursday’s; this was 2 of mine. “Your Disability” I’ve never considered myself disabled. Yeah, those doctor reports come. But I do. And keep on doing. It must be done. About 10 years ago or so, I was diagnosed with tinnitus (ringing in theContinue reading “Your Disability”
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