There was a lacuna of light between Fredo and Sally. Fredo shone brightly as he guided the entranceway where patrons drove forward and backwards in their visit with the diner. Sally always felt that Fredo was too officious, shining as brightly as he did. Sally took a much more sporadic approach to her services as… Continue reading Street Lights
The Flower Man
The flower man stands at the corner of the busy intersection surrounded by his gifts of unclaimed smiles for purchase. As he waits for new business, he waves at the people and cars whizzing by. The woman who had stopped to browse reflected on how seemingly unaffected the flower man was by the contumely demeanor… Continue reading The Flower Man
Depression
The woman resided to her comfortable space, Secure within its walls of protection it provides, Her energy depleted, From the internal war she fights, Often left feeling defeated. She attends to her devoir as a worker, a student, a member within recovery, Heavy is the feeling of everything, Putting on deodorant takes all but her… Continue reading Depression
Family of Royal Palms and Me
There once were three palm trees whose abode was my front yard, It is unknown to me when someone decided that this should be where they lived, I find it interesting how little regard most give to those who dwell near them, Nevertheless, when I bought this house I became apart of their family. Often… Continue reading Family of Royal Palms and Me
Why I Write…
I am a 36 introverted divorcee who lives alone with two dogs. I work from home. I go to school online. I have very few friends. Writing is what helps keep me sane. There are days where the only one who hears my words are my dogs and this screen as I type them. I… Continue reading Why I Write…
Yield
Yield, dualistic, A result from action, Abstaining action obtaining no results Friendly, comforting, and a compassionate word, Surrendering to the surroundings, The car yields to oncoming traffic, A kind gesture, Not progressing but providing safe returns. She yields to his argument, Choosing happiness over being right, Acceptance, He yields under pressure, Stupidity or strength? Preservation… Continue reading Yield
Compassion?
Where do you find compassion? Where does it hide? Why do I have so little? Why am I so mean to me inside? Others recommend, treat yourself as you would a friend, Unfortunately, I am also hard on them. If I have no understanding of my own mistakes, How can I have any for yours?… Continue reading Compassion?
She Waits
Moon - Tread - Cold Night (October writing prompts) My once barren soul being re-fertilized, Nature filling that space, That longing to feel desired, When I take walks and really be, She is the woman I've been looking for. I breathe and she puts smiles back to my face. Smiles that at many times feel… Continue reading She Waits
Things I Hated, Now I love
The service stretching on, Continued yawns, Forced to stand and kneel, Stinky smells and songs with bad rhythm, Things I hated, now I love. Connection and family, "One bread, One body", Songs from my youth, Traditions now revered. Cold winter day chores, Expectations of hard labor clearing wood, Lazy and much rather being up to… Continue reading Things I Hated, Now I love
Vulnerability
I unbutton my shirt and open the window, Revealing the dirty parts of my heart. With my words I display my flaws, Forming a mirror in which is a reflection of you. Courage departs to doubt, Did you hear me? What do you see? Old wounds lying bare, scabbed partially bleeding, Each disclosure rubbing them… Continue reading Vulnerability
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