Day: March 30, 2018

Closing the Door [poem]

~ thereluctantpoet

Come and enjoy this wonderful poem about the past and letting go – “Closing The Door”

Welcome to my world.

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When you close the door on the past,

You move forward to the future,

You never know how long the peace will last,

Closing the door is hard,

Letting go of what you thought was your true path,

Part of that path will always linger,

Wondering what could have been,

But the future isn’t set,

It has yet to be seen.

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Pay It Forward Thursday- March 29, 2018

~ thereluctantpoet

Come and provide a link of someone else’s writing that really moved you this week! Give them a pat on the back with a Pay It Forward post. Check out the rules – open to all.

Go Dog Go Café

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Welcome to Pay It Forward Thursday. All Go Dog Go readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (750 words or less please!) from someone else’s blog in the comments section below.  We encourage you to give a shout-out to someone who has wowed you as a reader, creatively inspired you, and/or to introduce a new writer to a wider audience.  We will be choosing a Weekly Barista Favorite and inviting the author to have their piece published in full on the Go Dog Go Cafe with a link back to their personal blog.

If you post a link below, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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The Beat of My Own Drum

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 4 Comments

Do Not Miss this wonderful and inspiring post by my friend Lesley – “The Beat Of My Own Drum!!

This is an extended read but worthy of your time! If you love being creative or want to be then come read this post. Please explore her Archive.

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Today I was Inspired.

I heard an interview with an author I greatly admire,

And when she was asked why she was drawn to the unusual, to the paranormal…

She explained with honesty and simplicity,

That vampires, ghosts, and werewolves were nothing more than a metaphor for those of us who walk on the sidelines.

Those of us who feel like we are on the outside of society looking in.

And I had an epiphany for my entire creative existence.

My whole life I have felt like I was on the outside. Different.

That everyone else was walking in a straight line, a set path, while I veered and swayed to the left of it and danced my way through life fighting past the looks of concern, scorn, or sheer misunderstanding.

Always searching for those rare moments when I felt the welcoming acceptance from a select few who understood my…

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