questions answers communication's essence but my yellow daffodil is not always the same one you see no matter what I said add in emotions like love or fear and suddenly my daffodil is no longer a daffodil but a tulip or carnation to please your heart and calm your nerves and the more I explain … Continue reading a friend is a friend
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Writing Workshop Micro-poetry
The Warrior A smile leaked around the edges of your armor painting my dark soul with colors I never dreamed possible. The Mage When I grow up I want to be a soul as alive as you creating magic with wishes and reality with dreams. The Keeper You broke me when you took me in … Continue reading Writing Workshop Micro-poetry
Acrostic Poetry
inconsiderate I didn't know how you felt. Never could read minds. Cold cocked catastrophe waiting to happen. Open the door I slammed shut. Not a feat I welcome, Sir. I didn't want to slam it, Didn't want to close it at all. Every evil error waiting Revealed for the world to see ... for you … Continue reading Acrostic Poetry
Day Fourteen – 25 days of compassion
Oops. Missed a day. I started this series as much for others to read and glean something good about life in the midst of all the bad stuff we stumble across as I did to keep myself focused and positive about things going on in my life. It's not always easy to find those little … Continue reading Day Fourteen – 25 days of compassion
Regrets
In this month where everyone is posting eternally long lists of things they are thankful for, I have one of regrets. That may sound horrible. Thanksgiving is next week after all. But my year has not gone according to plan in any way possible. It has taken every detour it could possibly take, every rabbit … Continue reading Regrets
Friends and Writing
First, all those other friends. The ones who mean well, share our beer, give us advice about ... life. I spent the evening with my best friend from high school. It was a treat to be with someone I have known for so long that the conversation was easy, the mood relaxed, the outcome predictable, … Continue reading Friends and Writing
Grief and Writing
Someone that's been dear to me and my family for almost my entire life died tonight. It wasn't unexpected and yet, I'm sad. I heard the news and tears just flooded from me. I can't stop them. I can't hold them back. When we heard she was so ill, I loaded up my parents and … Continue reading Grief and Writing
30 years is a Long Time to Wait
I attended my 30 year high school class reunion this past weekend. It was odd. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed reconnecting with old friends. I enjoyed the food, the music, the speech. I enjoyed the conversation. But as a writer my observational skills were in overdrive. I was completely overwhelmed. Faces of the past … Continue reading 30 years is a Long Time to Wait
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