Never Enough


The irony
Kindness, tolerance, love for others
Struggle with own acceptance

So easy to find interest, humor, beauty elsewhere
While beating up oneself
Never enough, must do better

The fears
Seeing strength through the years
Yet frightened by fading youth, obvious change

Knowing the clock is ticking, fatigued by it all
Still there is a push, even a pull
To live fully, to feel true quality

The inner beauty
Years building strength, learning to love
To fully appreciate the growth

One day, smiles abound
Awareness of sweet soul and desire
Another, frustration and maddening weariness

The fight
For purpose, importance, health
Secure of a memorable existence, a legacy

Whom is it for? Me? Others? The Lord?
Imaginary need, undeserving insecurity
Or just human nature to seek?

The days
Do not cease, no stopping the clock
Cannot go back, impossible to redo

Time for respite, justified awareness
Emotional hole full, knowing real worth
Just too long, this struggle

No more never enough

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

Photo credit: http://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2015/11/images-from-the-2016-sony-world-photography-awards/

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

photo credit: http://stpatricka2.org/info/30-good-books/

Solitude


Solitude becomes friendly
Alonman-mountain-solitudeeness not at all loneliness

Quiet delivers peace
Silence with careful reflection

Seclusion provides communion
Emptiness filled with careful prayer

Separateness from life’s pace
Withdrawal allows time to release

Listening to nothingness
Lacking all commotion of routines

Sounds explored never before
Searching ears answered with tranquility

A gift all can receive
Willingness needing only a pause

Solitude becomes friendly
Aloneness not at all loneliness

photo credit: http://www.becomingminimalist.com/

 

Busy Writing


Good news! I have some ideas flowing for a book. Things may be quiet for awhile because I am doing research and an outline. These things do not come easily to me, so it is taking some time. Just stopping by to say hello and let you know,

Yes, I am writing.