Category: writing
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The Morning After
Everything seemed brand new before, Our hearts were filled with laughter, But time has silenced what we had, And we’re caught in the morning after. Honestly, I expected my “write something new every day” resolution to yield happier results. I thought and thought about this feeling that I can’t shake, and tried to come up…
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DEAD OF WINTER
If feels like the dead of winter, The leaves, they have lost their hues. Birds are refusing to sing, and… The sun has a case of the blues. The streets, once bustling with magic, Cry out as the chill rushes in. Aching, like a jilted lover… Waiting to love once again. I’ve been working on…
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RIDING THE TIDE
First of all, I want to say “Hello… it is good to be back!” Even if it’s only momentarily. For now. It’s been a little over a month since I’ve been active here on the blog. In traditional time, one month is not long at all, but by today’s standards – with social distancing and…
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I’m Reminded
I’m reminded, Of my younger days… Growing up, Was on my mind… A house, A yard, And picket fence. The perfect mate, I hoped to find. I’m reminded, Of growing older… Staying young, Was my desire… Smooth skin, Thin shape, Longevity. The extra income, That this required. I’m reminded, Of how far I’ve come… Looking…
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It’s My Party
Life is like a balloon. If you never let yourself go, you’ll never know how far you can rise. I’m featuring a new portrait today, inspired by Ragtag’s Word of the Day: Party. My great niece looks a little shy back there, hiding behind all of those balloons, but don’t let her appearance fool you.…
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Blow Me Down
Restless travelers, Summer winds whistle and whip, Westward journey ends. I may be going a little crazy with the ocean scenes and birds lately, but the gulls in this image were screaming the word “whip” to me. Can you here them? Anyway, we’re in the middle of a heat wave here, so anything that resembles…
a sprinkle of faith 