Vulnerable doesn’t look good on me; it never has. I write to make sense of my emotions. I write to heal. While my words come from a place of love, sometimes they’re coupled with frustration, fear, pain. The process isn’t always pretty. I am tired of this weight I carry. But there’s never any rest for the weary, is there? So, I resume my place as the memory keeper—the strong, silent observer who picks up the pieces, fastens them back as well as I can, and holds it all together.
Month: March 2020
In Memory: “If you think we can’t change the world, It just means you’re not one of those that will.”
“If you think we can’t change the world, It just means you’re not one of those that will.”
— Jacque Fresco, 1916-2017, futurist, lecturer, author, engineer, designer, Goodbye in 2017
More :Jacques Fresco, Futurist Who Envisioned a Society Without Money, dies at 101
Blurred View – Poetry For Healing
Blurred View Seeing the broken pieces of what is left of this fractured life laying before me I am unable to make sense of what is happening
Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 265 – Social Distancing Thoughts
Attraction is a mystery
Be Sure You Come And Read This
Three Line Tales, Week 217
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Daily Prompts- A fantasy
This would be my best fantasy fulfilled
Cakes, rock buns, sandwiches, and tea
Some might say that I aim low
That food shouldn’t be something to dream about
But for someone who has been at war
All their adult life, trying to vanquish
The enemy that is obesity and overweight
It is one thought foremost in my mind
If someone invented calorie-free goodies
How wonderful it would be for people like me
To eat till we couldn’t eat anymore
But to still weight the same as before
But…….
I should stop being a ninnyhammer
As this dream is not going to come true
Let’s go out for a walk and try to shed
These unwanted pounds and get healthy
From my evening walk, yesterday! There was a light drizzle and there looked magnificent in the fading sunlight.
In response to the following prompts;
YDWP;
3TC;
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One day in future
One day, I might come to your city again
I’ll visit the streets we walked together
When we crossed the busy roads,
I remember how you held my hands
I’ll remember how happy we were
Until then I’m carrying you in every drop of my tears
May be I’ll never forgive you
Still, these feelings I have for you won’t change
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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – March 29
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 89 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Life is an endless parade of challenges, exciting experiences, and thrilling activities all competing for your time, attention, and energy. The glitter and glam captures your attention, turns your head, and you forget about doing what makes you happy. While having multiple interests speaks to your personal freedom and your right to choose, the fragmented focus can keep you from following your passion and derail the attainment of your goals.
What activity lights your eyes, sets fire to your soul, and penetrates every fiber of your being? If it makes you happy to sing, then sing. If your feet yearn to dance, allow them to…
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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – March 29
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 89 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Life is an endless parade of challenges, exciting experiences, and thrilling activities all competing for your time, attention, and energy. The glitter and glam captures your attention, turns your head, and you forget about doing what makes you happy. While having multiple interests speaks to your personal freedom and your right to choose, the fragmented focus can keep you from following your passion and derail the attainment of your goals.
What activity lights your eyes, sets fire to your soul, and penetrates every fiber of your being? If it makes you happy to sing, then sing. If your feet yearn to dance, allow them to…
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The Reluctant Poet 