Tag: creative writing

  • CELEBRATING LIFE

    CELEBRATING LIFE

    Children Playing. Lovers Dancing. Window Shopping. Hot Romancing. People Laughing. People Dying. Soldiers Marching. Mothers Crying. New Beginnings. Hearts Mending. Seasons Changing. Happy Endings. I’m so glad that I was able to come up with “Happy Endings” because I had NO idea how to end this poem. Endings are the hardest things to write—which might…

  • DEAD OF WINTER

    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…

  • I’m Reminded

    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…

  • Blow Me Down

    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…

  • Say what?

    Say what?

    The dictionary is my friend, I’m never without meaning. The thesaurus is a wizard, Turns “picking” into “gleaning.” And when I’m feeling feisty, Schmutzwortsuche’s how I play it. I’m never at a loss for words, I just don’t know how to say it. Word of the Day Challenge: Schmutzwortsuche (shmootz-VOHRT-zoo-che)Verb: Looking up rude words in…

  • Imperfections

    Imperfections

    Aging ivory goddess,  Edges decomposed,  Perfect imperfections,  Unguarded and exposed. Vulnerable and brittle, Beauty fades to rust, Love remains eternal, Body returns to dust. I’m getting to that age. The age when you realize that your petals are falling. Ha! Or the structure is weakening. I’m not fretting over it though… I’m seriously embracing every…