If we were having coffee today, January 6th, I’d wish you a Happy New Year and invite you in. I’d make you a cappuccino with my new coffee maker and share some of the many cookies I have left from the family cookie swap. They are delicious! I’d tell you about that evening when we all gathered at my sister’s for a meal and how … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, January 6th
If we were having coffee today, December 1st, I’d invite you in and offer a piece of the banana-nut bread I made this morning. We can listen to Chaka Khan’s Classikhan. It’s the perfect accompaniment to a quiet Saturday afternoon. I’d ask you about your Thanksgiving and tell you about mine. I spent most of the day with our five-year-old granddaughter. We read books and … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee, December 1st
If we were having coffee today, September 23rd, I’d invite you to visit with me in my home office. You can sit in my favorite rocking chair. We’ll use the mugs my husband brought home from Channel 8. He does cooking segments there on a pretty regular basis. You’ll see the cats enjoying the new cat tree I recently installed, and of course, Rocco … Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share, September 23rd
If we were having coffee today, July 12th, I’d invite you to sit outside with me. It’s a perfect summer day. I’d ask you to get comfortable. We have a lot of catching up to do! Yesterday, my sister and I spent the day at the beach. We chatted as we watched my nephews swim in the ocean. Ours is a small beach and we … Continue reading If We Were Having Coffee…
As this blog enters its fifth year, I’m revisiting my goals and intentions. I originally began this as a way of forcing myself to resume a regular writing habit. Over the years, it has morphed into a page mostly focused on poetry. I do love writing poetry and will continue, but I’d like to expand into other areas. Some ideas I’m considering are short essays … Continue reading New Year, New Look, New Goals
Because it isn’t about words… these poems we create these songs we write these stories we tell It isn’t about words that hold no power They can’t begin to exist until we, the writers, trust enough to let go to find the place where they become something more Words don’t matter Not without tears from shattered hearts or blood on … Continue reading More than Words
When we were young, she was a distraction a little sister who got in the way, the one who ratted me out when I was drinking in the basement with boys, the one who caught me leaning out my bedroom window as I smoked and asked what I was doing so annoying As the years rocked gently by, ushering us into various stages of our … Continue reading Maureen
In a time set long ago before clocks ticked away minutes and days stretched long, anticipating adventures yet created, gratitude was a sun-soaked sky and the aroma of freshly cut grass filling the air Simple was enough and knowing nothing else, I was thankful In a time set by clocks sounding alarms for the weary and days marked by misadventures, stretching far and wide gratitude was … Continue reading Gratitude
A simple “Dear John” letter would not do No, not this time His skewered heart, a satisfying goodbye photo: Roman Kraft prompt: 3LineTales Continue reading Final Goodbye
Originally posted on Dream Big, Dream Often:
It’s the Meet and Greet weekend everyone!! Strap on your party shoes and join the fun! Ok so here are the rules: Leave a link to your page or post in the comments of this post. Reblog this post. It helps you, it helps me, it helps everyone! Edit your reblog post and add tags. Feel… Continue reading Meet and Greet: 2/4/17
When the view from everyday life is overwhelming and the familiar becomes strange I long to feel the sun burning my tender skin again, just to feel alive When the same street below is vacant and dreary and the cold seeps in, somehow penetrating shuttered windows and closed doors, and the only sound is suffocating silence… Silence… I slip and fall Silence…as treacherous as that … Continue reading Defying Winter
Even as she awoke in this unfamiliar place, cold and stark, she felt the energy of the sun, the same that warmed the ones she loved, and found strength to face another day, just as a sliver of light snuck in beneath her locked door photo and prompt: Three Line Tales Continue reading Power of Memory
Father remembers odd shadows threading time at every turn and mother cries as she remembers the child who is gone A pastor preaches faith as the choir sings of losses revealed Investigators toil to uncover what clues revealed Searching for evil that lurks in the shadows That he would be caught was a matter of faith as they waited for the tide to turn Justice … Continue reading In the Name of Faith
In a life sometimes too busy we forget to remember In the hum and buzz of this noisy world we forget to listen If simple progress is one step forward and two steps back we can forget to dream If we aren’t careful tomorrow might be far too late So tonight meet me under the stars we’ll share a winter’s kiss If this day creates … Continue reading An Accidental Life
Sometimes, I’m lost slipping too far from the truth Cut by rough edges I’ve crossed Misdeeds made with broken pride, no excuse And sometimes, I’m reckless sometimes it’s true when I can’t kick these blues these phantom hands guide me, pushing me to lose But when the edge is near, and what it means becomes perfectly clear, my chameleon soul changes colors and finds a … Continue reading Chameleon
With one eye open and one eye shut, I am still… ready to receive answers I’ve been seeking In this quest for hope, for resolution, I am open…. listening to the quiet echoes of Truth Peace surrounds me, knowing it is your hand that holds mine I am ready… Here and now, always traveling this journey together photo: Free Flow Friday prompts: Free Flow Friday, … Continue reading Acceptance
a single leaf clings to an empty branch twisting in the cool autumn wind waiting when the moment is right and colors explode in that perfect golden haze it surrenders the descent, slow and lazy marks the beginning and the end it’s harvest time photo: Pixabay prompt: #DimpleVerse Continue reading Chasing Seasons
Existing for too long in a world heavy with the weight of war and suffering, she’d lost hope Burdened by the memories of wrongs that could not be made right, he’d lost faith Crossing paths that moonlit night, they should have been enemies Was that abandoned doll broken and covered in dirt that softened guarded hearts Picking it up, she felt the tug of childhoods … Continue reading Fresh Perspectives
Learned the awesome power of patience out there on that lonesome lake Solitude made peace with serenity setting my spirit free to find that place where life makes sense photo: mine prompts: #AdobeSpark, 3 Words A Day Continue reading The Power of Patience
Filled with faith and promise he was her light Oh, she loved him with all her might Didn’t know to hold on a little longer Didn’t know to hold on a little stronger Days flew by as her baby became a man Guiding him on that path, that was her plan Never knew he’d be gone too soon All is lost as time flies by … Continue reading Time Flies By
Traced the trail of fallen stars smoldering on the path of all the things I’ve left behind Felt that familiar tingle as those melancholy-hued flares cauterized my choices, incinerating regrets Oh, how those stars burn, burn, burn scorching the surface of wayward dreams solving solutions to riddles that never had answers Sometimes a spark is enough to seek a new constellation, one no longer obscured … Continue reading Blazing Fires
Discarded and cast aside, my gratitude journal gathered dust The only entry, Once Upon a Time, just fading ink on a wrinkled page Taking ownership of happiness that could be mine, should be mine took time as I searched for my lost pen buried beneath experiences long passed Stepping from shadows explored to completion, I invited the warm summer sun to bathe my body and … Continue reading Gratitude Found
The power of the summer rain falls from angry skies harnessing energy in storms meant to reset the horizon Most seek shelter hiding from the winds that blow but not the wanderer, not the wanderer He dances with his demons in the unforgiving deluge Traveling alone with nothing left to lose those dark clouds reflect his journey He’s left another suitcase in another hall, packed … Continue reading Summer Rain
We stand united heartbroken but strong in spirit We understand beneath all that makes us different is a common desire to find a hand to hold and that affection overcomes animosity every time Make no mistake, those that covet darkness, the light of love will always win photo: PhotoPin prompts: MadVerse, MSPoetry, Reverie Journal Continue reading Light of Love
Lost in the melancholy of inevitable goodbyes, each breath was an effort, burning bridges with shades of fire that lit a backdrop of regret and second guesses Suspended in indecision, choices were hers to make And so she floated, if only to give opportunity to revelation patiently waiting to be discovered… a pinpoint of light flickering in the depth of endless stars When her head … Continue reading Fireflies
Stuck in a perpetual dress rehearsal she dances until her feet bleed, examining missteps as she strives for perfection, a new test If she could rewrite history and choreograph a new routine, her recovery would reveal a grand curtain call as her spotlight fades into the sunset photo: Pixabay prompts: Verse Reversal, Drug Verse, Wylde Verse, Madverse Continue reading Spotlight
Because even the most jagged rock is smoothed in time, burnished by tumultuous seas and polished by gentle waves that follow, I will wait on salt-sprayed shores Because even the most fierce storm is spent in time, stripped by prevailing winds and dissipated by soft rains that follow, I will stand beneath threatening skies Because even the most well-planned voyage is rerouted in time, upended … Continue reading Changing Tides
Exploring the world with the bravado of youth we traversed days with intention I still feel the heat oozing from hot pavement as we logged miles on flimsy flip-flops aggressively moving toward no place in particular I remember the rush of dancing on the dark side meeting at that old bridge to grab bottles left just underneath gifted by boys not much older I remember … Continue reading Teen-Aged Memories
Beside the gnarled knuckled branches of that old tree long since devoid of lush leaves on outstretched fingers a tender sapling reached for the light Soaking in the warmth of morning sun, weathering afternoon rains It set roots to await the wind that would surely blow disguised under the wings of a gentle breeze The whirlwind began slowly, swirling around the base of the sapling … Continue reading Roots of Life
What will happen when I am an old woman stripped bare of the trappings daily life brings When I forget the importance of impressions designed to enhance the illusions of life we all project When what is left is my core, raw and exposed Will I embrace laughter, delighting in fanciful music only I can hear when my private orchestra plays Dancing as it echoes … Continue reading Old Bones Dancing
