I forget something and
people tell me I am old.
What they do not understand
is that I no longer wish to
fill my mind with trivia.
Instead, I focus on what is
meaningful at each moment.
That is, unless I forget to.
Day: August 25, 2021
First, Me
I toss a candy wrapper
on the ground and complain
the world is polluted
fight with my friend, then
say the world knows no peace
multiply this by seven
billion people and you will
not wonder why the world is
in crisis. Every piece of
litter counts, every act of
kindness left undone, every
harsh word spoken.
We each must make the world
we wish to have.
Weekend Writing Prompt – Pre-loved
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Pre-loved
Challenge
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Lovingly, they both sorted the books. These were very dear to them, but it was time to let them go. They had enjoyed reading them, but since they were moving, taking so many heavy books with them wasn’t an option.
The mother helped her son arrange the books in the cartons. Once done, she closed it and wrote, “ Pre-loved books for children”. The carton would be donated to the community center.
Word count; 71
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#WWP
Share Your World – August 23,2021
Melanie is the host of SYW
QUESTIONS
Can you parallel park (if you drive)? If you don’t drive, can you still skip?
I can park, provided that there is ample space on both sides. Since I drive very infrequently and the traffic here is chaotic anyway, it really doesn’t matter much how we park. As for skipping, I’m advised not to do so with my artificial joints and my weight. 😛
Do you prefer early morning or late evening? Or something in between?
I love to get up early in the morning, when everyone else is asleep. But my health app doesn’t like it if I have less than 7 hours of sleep. So after my morning prayers, I go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Late night doesn’t work for me at all because if I’m awake till midnight, the chances of me going to sleep naturally…
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Another Kind of Grief #Poetry #Journey
there are only memories
the last bit of grief left behind
a shared moment in time
the one who shared it
has gone away
left longing for the one
to relive it
aching for the one
to share it again
hope deferred and heart sick
© 2021 Jason A. Muckley
Existentially
This is simply my life
For all its known worth
My brokenness and hurt
What’s done, is done
Life only comes but once
It could’ve been better
I could’ve been much worse
I’m not pleading innocence
Nor am I accepting full guilt
I’ve lived life in blinding dark
On Light’s most outer fringe
Whenever I fall, Oh! I fall hard
Like in love, I freely give myself up
Heart and soul, is all…I really am
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Poet of the Light © 2021
Humanity
In the light, our shadows look the same.
So what does it matter
if our eyes are different hues?
Our skin, different tones?
Our bodies, different sizes?
We are still human.
© Sarah Doughty
2017
Humans are meant to be diverse.
#TenderTuesday . . . I ask you to pass through life at my side…
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“I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Painting Artist Andre Kohn
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The Reluctant Poet 