Bad Day


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lying here, no energy

body broken and battered, reminding me today

choking on numerous meds taken too quickly

wanting only to get them down

normally smiling acceptance of the struggle

nothing but frustration this beautiful Sunday

                      stay positive; be an example for others; trials make one stronger

this too shall pass

the walls feel too close these hours

squeezing life from this soul

overwhelmed with attempts at hiding

watching the world pass by

the fatigue that grounds me; visiting now

realizing it is temporary, aware of the crash

you can get through this; depression not an option; fight and be tough
this too shall pass

not a good day for chronic illness; temporary and fading
rest without guilt; allow the body to heal; recovery
this too shall pass

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Our Boo


Sugary treats always deliver a smirk
Crunchiness provides noise in quiet
Breakfast bars wake the sleepy
Bats, skeletons, witchy distractions

Warmth and luxury for chilly toes

Words of wisdom and affection
Ramen noodles rapidly boiling
Glow in the dark molded fangs

Delicious cookies reminiscent of home
Popcorn, addictive, sweet, and salty
Thick gloves comfort the digits
Spider webs entangled throughout

The bird has flown the nest
Young boy in some ways, man in others
Searching independence, growth, and experience
Still needing reassurance and connection

Halloween Care Package on the way!

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A Genuinely Charming Death


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by Niecy

Wind rumbles wildly through the trees
Branches graze and scratch the stuccoed walls
Leaves drunkenly stagger from concrete to mulch
Enjoying the last of freedom before certain demise
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Colors change rapidly green to yellow, orange, and red
A beautiful mosaic announcing transition to all
Eyes feast on visions of pumpkins, apples, and hay
Magnificent, colorful photos etched in our minds
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Familiar and pleasant scents seduce noses
Memories of family and gatherings abound
Pumpkin, apple, maple, sweet potato pie
Tease and excite the young and the old
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Sweaters, boots, hats, and gloves
Once again make an annual appearance
As warmth pivots to crisp coolness
And all prepare for another year’s end.
Fall has come – a genuinely charming death

Boost Post
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Excitement!


I am just writing a quick post to say I have written a short true story. It is in the revision stage, but the major work is done and I’m excited! This story is autobiographical beginning shortly before I met my husband and married. The focus is really about the difficulties of having children after a diagnosis of a serious disease. It sounds very sad, and is to a point, but the rest of the story is inspiring and joyful. I want to try to sell it to a magazine that looks for inspirational true stories. That work comes later.

Right now, I have two friends looking at it and plan to ask my sister-in-law to give me her thoughts. All three are big readers and intelligent women. Two are writers, one published, the other not. I want readers to be touched and have a tearful experience while reading. (My husband read it and a few tears developed.)  We all need a goal in our writing and a focus on our audience, right?

More coming on this project later. I hope all you writers out there are in the midst of interesting projects as well.

 

Little One


Rush Hour

Alert beady black eyes

Soft fur of brown and white

Whiskers twitching at attention

Nose carefully guiding the way

Ears perfectly round like quarters

Cheeks swollen for survival

Scurrying through the grass

The little one knows what is coming

 

Cold, biting, angry weather

He will sleep soundly through

But for now an important task

Must prepare his food chamber

Grains, roots, plants, and insects

Collected and stored deliberately

Strength and warmth required

The little one knows what is coming

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Lonely Books


Books

Dusty, torn, tattered
Bounty a genre shared
Eyes of many perused
Words anxiously prepared
Pictures of every hue

Younger days passed
Swiftly by adventure
Mystery, romance, tragedy
Sometimes even a clencher
Held at attention by gravity

Old, used, dog-eared
Split pages all abound
Spine ripped, unglued
Knowledge still found
Substance for every mood

New pushes aside old
Progress, growth, technology
Birth of Kindle, new object
Treasure replaced, no apology
Fossils ignored and wrecked

Historical and seasoned
Rarity also a gift
Hearts ready to resign
Anticipating a shift
Library, forgotten shrine

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How Do We Move On


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Paralyzed by tragedy
Stricken with reality

Our world is in chaos
As if in an ugly séance

We all cry and mourn
No answers in this storm

The world continues to turn
While hearts on slow burn

One catastrophe turns into another
France today, brother hurting brother

More souls crushed in an instant
Too close for something so distant

Too many lives shattered
As if no lives matter

No reason for this madness
Tears flowing not of gladness

We ask how to move on
With so many now gone

Last week it was brutality
Searching souls for morality

Many a badge gunned down
A proud but wounded town

At high volume yell and shove
“Where is the peace and love?”

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