Poetry Sunday

I recently took part in a 30 poems in 30 days group which I think is the best way to get you moving if you are trying to write regularly! Each day, a prompt is given to get you writing. It was your choice to use it or not so if you already had the…

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Being Grandma

We spent time with our Grandson this weekend. He is a nine-month-old butterball that makes every wrinkle that I earned from his father and uncles worth it…and there were many. I think I went past wrinkles ten years ago and now just have caverns that rival the Grand Canyon and age spots where I once…

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Poetry Sunday

Short but sweet… Hold My HandThey say that the eyesAre the window to the soul Providing a glimpse To our Joy Sadness Anxiety Love But while our eyes  are the window Our touch is the doorway To truly feel those emotions With each other Wild Flowers In the midst Of the fear Of the hate…

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Poetry Sunday

Savor the Moments There are moments When all is Right With the world And our heart Is at peace Though They may be temporary They may be fleeting Avoid Wondering When How If They will end Sometimes our peace Is changed Merely By our need To know What Happens Next Cherish the moment And just…

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Poetry Sunday

Anyone else have this issue? My body’s an accordion Never in its case Sometimes it’s big Sometimes it’s small Never taking the same space I wish I were a cello Or a lithe violin The clothes would need To be but one size For my body to fit in But nope…I am a squeeze box…

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Poetry Sunday

Ever realize that your inner voice has developed an external speaker? Words, slip out so easy, While I try to hold them in My frontal lobe just lags behind as my limbic system kicks in  my Inner Child runs about with Judgement at her heels sense and reason tossed aside as Sarcasm spins her wheels…

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