More Time

Heartstring Eulogies

“As the old saying goes,
I wish we had more time.”

When I see the weary look in your eyes, I can feel the weight of it. It’s a place I have come to dread. And I know that clock is ticking and I am powerless to stop it. It doesn’t stop me, however, from trying anyway. After bargaining with the universe, I came to the solemn resolve that begging is never beneath me when it comes to things such as this. Problem is, when that clock runs out, I’ll spin my wheels all over again as the despair rips me apart on the inside.

© Sarah Doughty

As the old saying goes,
I wish we had more time.

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THROWBACK FRIDAY- Linda Lee Lyberg – The Beginning

Go Dog Go Café

The sea bit my ankles as I wandered the rocky shore
searching the waves for answers listening but hearing none

So I decided to take a stroll to the dark side of the moon to see if what I sought may be waiting there
But alas no one one was home, for it was dark, desolate and bare

And I traveled among the stars dancing on the Milky Way, hoping to heal my scars, and brighten my dreary days

But then I found myself back where I began, searching for the answer for peace as I walked the windswept rocky shore
and, there at last I found what I was looking for

So the moral of this tale my friends if there is one, is when all is said and done, you end up back where you’ve begun.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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"Before Alphabets" – Nayana Nair

it rains in my heart

Before knowing the alphabets
of your name or mine,
I learnt to make you smile.
I pluck another flower that makes me sneeze every time
but the silly pathetic me smiles as you smile
as I crawl to you
losing balance,
losing something similar to heart,
as I dress you up in a mountain of petals I clenched too hard
hoping you would never move away from me.
How you dozed off as I made myself sick with my ambition.
How you were still sleeping as your mother took you in arms
brushing away every piece of my care.
But it is better than the days I woke up
with only the traces of my feelings, my cradle of flowers
without you in it.

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THROWBACK FRIDAY: Reign of Pride

Go Dog Go Café

Reign of Pride | DJ Ranch

Thundershowers

The raindrops flow in rivers down the window pane and I imagine them intersecting with the memories from another day. Looking through the glass, the outside world is distorted through the long water phalanges like streams…distorted like the conversation. My thoughts hijacked by the perceived slight. The harsh, uncaring attitude.

I watch the treetops swaying in the front moving through; cooler air today, and I imagine my emotions in the same frosty dance. Where are the birds this winter morning? Hunkered down like my soul. Withdrawn and sullen…waiting for the thundershower to pass.

Watching the rain fall from the sky, I feel a similar soaking…a reign of pride descends over me. Pouring into my mind in a fury of demand and obstinance. What will I do? Will this twister of self-righteousness consume me or will I forgive? The cost of holding on is high. The demands of love greater.

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Three Line Tales, Week 207

Keep it alive

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Welcometo Week 207 ofThree Line Tales.

three line tales, week 207: a man talking to a woman looking out of a barnphoto byPriscilla Du Preezvia Unsplash

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – January 17

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

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 17 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday?  If you didn’t, that’s okay, start today. Don’t let excuses get in your way. You don’t need an entire hour, an office, or fancy software to write.  They say the average person can type 40 words per minute. That means five minutes can yield 200 words.

You can use a pen and paper, a note-taking app on your phone, or an old school typewriter. You don’t have to wake at 4am, instead, carve out a few minutes during your lunch hour, while waiting at the doctor’s office, or in your favorite coffee shop.

Give it a try and let us know how you did in…

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Life has a way of finding itself!

Savvy Raj

The power you have.
Is the ultimate gamechanger
Doubt not its propensity
To change your destiny

Life moves on in will & design
You chart your path as you go
Your next moment is for you to intend
Keep your hopes and dreams alive

You hold the reins of happiness
Your are in charge
You can steer life as you choose to
And trust yourself to find your way.

Time may seem to be flying
Faith may seem to diminish
Belief may seem to waver
But keep the hope alive in your heart

Life has a way of finding itself!

Savvy

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Tango

UNDRESSED THOUGHTS

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That one look, took my breath away
her charming moves and my heart swayed
inclining towards her dancing feet
to the head she is my beauty queen

gaze of my whistling eyes
she rejected not once by twice
drowned in music her body grooved
magnetic field formed but none moved

watching her wings spread wide
a woman with heels has gone wild
the proud me held my womans hand
can I step in and have a dance?

@ Kritika

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Pebbles – poetry

alifelesslived

Ocean Grove, Victoria, November 2019

She picked pebbles resembling rhythms
Like xylophone tinkles after sunset
Among broken sea shells
littered along the horizon’s tide

A steady stream of forgotten dreams
Waves of shells and seaweed
Stealing time from dessert sands
That swept ashore ages ago

When beasts roamed grasslands
And mountains bowed to lightning
And trees walked tall with pride
Along the deep horizon’s tide

then man began to learn of this hard living

A long drawn breath before the last light
Then exhaled with the dew
Settling like a blanket
On her Eastern shore
She’s found home
She wanders no more

“We’ve all got missing pieces, but for awhile I believed that together we might be whole” – Jodi Picoult – Leaving Time

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©Gina@alivelesslived
Trust you heart if the seas catch fire ~ e.e cummings

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