when I was younger
I thought I knew what it
took to make me happy
but as time flies by the sureness
of my intentions seem to waver
like a leaf floating on the breeze
of a gorgeous spring day; if only
I had listened to my first instinct
and tried for many ideas of my
imaginative nature; maybe they
would have flowered into something
solid and sure; a foundation to build
upon to make my life a more enjoyable
existence instead of working even
harder as I get older to persevere
in my dreams to leave a piece
of me to endure for future generations
My days lack any real excitement
it’s just one ordinary thing after another
wash the dishes, clean the floors
and don’t forget to swab the toilet
Gross! I hate that with a vengeance
for very obvious reasons; the litany
of my days could stretch for miles
and miles into infinity if it wasn’t for
my blog and writing itself. I practice
the art of creating word pictures in
between times of menial tasks; it
breaks up the monotony of regular
life and day to day living in an
ordinary home of a woman with
big dreams and a warm heart
working to make my purest fantasies
a reality in the midst of the ordinary.
There is only one phrase
that I know sets my heart
to singing; it’s such a simple
phrase, but it means so much.
I love you, the one thing that
could mend everything if people
would let it; the only thing that
matters to me in my world. Give
it a whirl in yours with someone today.
when I’m feeling down
and there’s no one to save me
you take the time to hold me
and whisper, I love you. Nothing
calms the fears and uplifts the
spirits like those three words do
It’s like a salve to a burn on my heart
magically the pain just seems to go
away; no more worries, no more
sadness; happiness is here to stay
Note: I just couldn’t help myself. I had to go and write not one poem, but two poems. I felt inspired. Anyway, I hope you like. Let me hear from you down in the comments.
Sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I know it’s not really a big deal, but it is to me. I made a commitment to myself to post every day on this blog and I feel I’ve let myself down. But, I have a good reason; I’ve been fighting a cold coupled with a very bad cough. I hope to feel better soon. I did manage to pull off a post in between coughing fits. It’ll be out later tonight. I hope you enjoy. Oh, by the way, everyone have a great night.
I decided to challenge myself by writing a dozen six-word stories for the DP Weekly Writing Challenge. And boy, it was not easy. This is my first time writing such small tales. I did my best. I hope you enjoy.
She choked ‘til she bled out.
She turned as the knife swooped.
Stop it. But the knife refused.
No! Her hand pushed back futilely.
Blood seeps through the cracked door.
She wanted love. She died alone.
Lone figure stands on edge. Jumps.
Go fishing. Something pulls you under.
Go to college. End up homeless
Build a house. Lightning sparks fire.
A dancer. Crazy traffic. No legs.
First time skydiving. Excited. Parachute fails.
I miss my portable cassette tape player/recorder. I used to get blank audio cassettes and tape my favorite songs off the radio. I couldn’t afford full-fledged cassettes; the blank ones were way cheaper. Once in a while, I could buy regular tapes ( that’s what I called cassettes then) which was a treat. Olivia Newton-John’s Physical was my absolute favorite. I played that tape over and over again.
Although there were downsides to tapes back in the 80’s as there is to everything. Here’s my attempt at free verse about it. I hope you like.