You, a limeade with a dash of ice on a bright sunny day You, the flight of a lark spreading wings on some afternoon crimson skies You, the dew drops leisurely sauntering in the wilderness in disguise You, the fragrance on thousand flowers floating on some faraway meadows You a blessing You, the sum of […]
I Thought About You
When I was laying
In a hospital bed
I thought about you
When I was recovering
From surgery
I thought about you
While I wrote this poem
I thought about you
By now you know
I think about you
All the time
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Paralyzed Thoughts scrambled in a head heavy with fog This cannot be happening The death of democracy is staring me square in the eyes
Source: I Protest – Poetry For Healing
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~*~
Goodbyemy dear
It was good while it lasted
But with time we’ve both grown
Grownapart, away from each other
But I still think of you as a friend
A best friend that will forever
Hold a piece of my heart
In her tender hands
~*~
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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 268 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Half of the year is in our rear-view mirror, and I am drawing a line in the sand. The targets I missed, the stories I didn’t compose, they no longer matter. These last six months are history. Done. I won’t lie, 2020 kicked me in the head, leaving me stunned, unsteady, and incapable of completing anything beyond basic tasks. I bet I am not alone, but don’t count me out yet. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? I am confident I will discover I am more capable than I have ever been. I dug deep, reevaluated my annual goals, and I decided…
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The youngest old person I ever knew was my grandfather. He was a lifelong learner. When his children left home, he started painting and even sold his work. He became a master gardener after he retired and learned how to swim when he turned eighty.
He was big on healthy eating, exercising, vitamin supplements, and the healing benefits of massage and reflexology long before any of that was a thing. Benjamin Franklin’s maxim of early to bed, early to rise, was a practice he adopted. And he read. I remember him saving articles for me and recommending fabulous books to me. One of his favorite authors was Louis L’Amour. The latest acquisitions he stacked next to his chair.
His example touched everyone who met him, and it leaves me inspired to be like him. I have seen people get stuck, who have given up, lost hope, and let their dreams…
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I fall in love
faster than I fall asleep
which evidently
is not very fast at all
The Reluctant Poet 