Day: August 7, 2018

Defining Moments #1

~ thereluctantpoet

Invincible Verses

I will never forget the day I moved back home . I will never forget the sentence that broke my heart. “You will never set the world on fire.” The chip on my shoulder just became bigger. Perhaps he is just a realist. Perhaps he saw his son average. I’m not saying he didn’t know how to love and care. I’m not saying he was a bad father but I would NEVER tell that to my son.

Little boy the message here is that you can be what you want to be. You are going to make choices I probably won’t agree with at the moment but the belief in you won’t disappear. I want to do something that my father didn’t do, just understand you. Please don’t be afraid to open up. I don’t want to be a critical spirit like him and put your thoughts under a microscope…

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Pray for Peace

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Roth Poetry

IMG_7009Hiroshima Peace Memorial Ceremony

Today is the day set aside in Japan to remember those who died or were injured in the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II. Two nuclear bombs were dropped three days apart, the first on Hiroshima and the second on Nagasaki, wiping out both cities, killing mostly civilians in the horrific blast. The effects are still felt as people gather for a peace ceremony honoring the dead. The question that comes to my mind is why two bombs? Surely the death of 250,000 people in the first drop should have been enough to bring an end to the war. From the information I read, there were six bombs scheduled for dropping. What were we thinking?

Revenge is not sweet
Blue sky becomes mushroom cloud
Gray chill of death lingers

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Awake

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Sarah Doughty

“The best part about waking up
is waking up in your arms.
You are the best part.”

My bed seemed massive, even with you next to me. I tucked my shoulder under yours and snuggled against you, preferring you over my pillow. And I slept better in your arms than I ever could on my own. When I woke, I smiled into your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and those slow, steady breaths as you slept.

© Sarah Doughty

You are better than coffee.

A loose excerpt from
my first novel, Just Breathe.

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