a 10-hour drive, 3 kids in tow.paused; closed; blank exits all in a row countless pitstops, and lines so longdarned detours: what more could go wrong?but what can we say? c’est la vieon the journey: not quite expected;onward? trekking naturally,adventure: remembered magically I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #216, provided byContinue reading “Not Quite Write”
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A Little Sunshine
Pull the tail of the slipknotand let the string unspool,its slim surface catching the breeze,like so many wordscalled across the riverside.Captured in sunlight,the waves ripple and shimmer,beckoning nearer,lifting to touch the strings of grass that dance along the shoreline. I find that I need structure, a little sunshine, and a good kick in the assContinue reading “A Little Sunshine”
Falls/Hope/Water
shimmer in the cerulean holding out hopefor another day,another year,tomorrow yet again.the waterfall bubblesthe way of emotionsall churned up and twisted,boiled milk glazed over.the thin veil clouding the topof the hot chocolate mug,the froth that pools at the bottom,and the hope that congeals somewhere beneath the surface, tender and uncertain. It’s been a couple monthsContinue reading “Falls/Hope/Water”
Zombification
They gaslit us, setting smoke streams of lies polished with name-calling and hypocrisy,the facts of lost reality obscured.Thousands forget to think,forget even how to be,discard their humanity,zombiefied,lifeless and blindlistening to those braiding fiery rumors into half-truthsand cruelty they no longer bother to hide.Lost ones become ghosts,staring into their screens,asking robots what they should think,and whoContinue reading “Zombification”
6th Cancerversary
The world spinsas a beeping sound echoes around me–alien warfare or the distant hums of a submarine, I imagine.I feel myself falling through space,all around me is dark,both claustrophobic and endless,a humming contradiction.I must remain completely still,arms locked overhead, face pressed downward:frozen in time in a placewhere time doesn’t existexcept for memories of all theContinue reading “6th Cancerversary”
Lessons in Patience
Patience is a virtue:the restraint in the chaos,the ticking of clocks heard from a great distanceuntil the sound is only a memory, like the whisper of the windenwrapping the yellow-tinged leavesand tossing them into the sunbaked sky.Patience is the calm beforethe storm; the soothing serenade of moonlight scattered on the bedroom walls;the simple act ofContinue reading “Lessons in Patience”
Waterfall Serenity
Sweetness grows where the waterfall flows,beckoning arms of foamy spray,plummeting over rocks in carefree leapand sparkling with sun’s blessing,splashing fierce in bold whirlwind, dancing and twirling to revealburied treasures of rock and debrisor unguarded hopes and dreamsor a mix of both in its watery tempestand then to surface amidst tranquility,churning that dims to bubblesand basksContinue reading “Waterfall Serenity”
5 Years Cancer Free: Babies After Breast Cancer
When I first started thinking I’d be lucky enough to celebrate 5 years free of cancer, I imagined that I’d host a huge party with everyone I knew. The 5-year NED (“no evidence of disease”) mark is sort of a magic ticket in the cancer realm, a sign that, if you’ve managed to outrun aContinue reading “5 Years Cancer Free: Babies After Breast Cancer”
Melancholy Music
Youthful hand palms the crank,twisting slowly, eager anticipation.A melody twinkles, softly spiralinglike her dance,all tipped toes and curled arms.Frail, wrinkled hands grip the crank,memories twirling backof moments magniloquent,bolder than life itself,captured in her dance. Ben provided us with a playful prompt this week for the Wea’ve Written Weekly. Below is the background and prompt guidance:Continue reading “Melancholy Music”
Tranquil Scape
The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life’s warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #167.Continue reading “Tranquil Scape”
Words and Coffee Writing 