Do Not Miss this wonderfully romantic – HOME!
I am lost and feel all alone;
I’m so exhausted, and
long for a place I can call home
not for floorboards and doors and art,
or roof over my head,
but for your arms and beating heart
the home where I can rest my head
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Never lovers
a thought, maybe.
Hand held moments
texts and phone calls.
So many words
likes, odd comments.
Online again, distant.
The ruins of our lives still call us
Those voices in our minds
Won’t ever be quiet until we find
A way to return to the ruins
Maybe if we clean up the ashes
The pain will fade away
Perhaps that’s the price
We all need to pay
Maybe the ruins
Were only beginnings
Maybe ruins are meant
To cause a renewal
Perhaps the only way out
Is to return to the ruins
Overcome our demons
And rise from our ruins
~The Tennessee Poet~
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I wanted to see ~ the blue-blue sky in one word ~ the stars in your mind — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — © Photo: Riemvasmaak 2018/04
how gracious this
my morning prayer
keeps me here too long
filled with names
from seasons past –
or yesterday
the same as new
forgive
and grant me courage
forgive
and grant me peace
forgive
that I might learning
do the same
for all I’ve known
to love again
and all I’ve not
released
. . .
Yup, we are entering the point in the month where “trying” doesn’t cut it. Do. Write words. Write badly. Write out of sequence. Write without thinking of anything else.
Words on the page = words you can edit next month = potential finished novel. But none of that matters right now. Right now, write.
What is your goal for today?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
“It was when he walked up to me.
That was when I knew.
He was the one for me.”
Maybe it was chance. Or maybe it was hereditary. But there was something about the way he moved that caught my eye. How could such a creature be so breathtaking? No matter how much I fought it, my eyes kept driving towards him. It was as if he was a magnet. But that wasn’t what surprised me the most about that night. It was when he walked right up to me and took my breath away. That was when I knew. He was the one for me.
© Sarah Doughty
I fell. Just like that.
This was written for day fourteen
of November Notes.
Sensitive Kind
By John Mayall
Each strand, strung with delicate care
Once done, she sits, and she waits
For dinner, to be delivered to her
Expectantly, laid out, upon her plate
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Reminiscence
I have forgotten lots of things
just like anyone else
forgetting is as much part of
my life as remembering
it dies unexpectedly without
warning and without reprieve.
of all the memories i have
meeting you was the only can’t forget
its embedded in my heart
you always stirs it back into life again
like a timeless rhythm of my daily life
as i peer through time again.
The Reluctant Poet 