We’re going out in public, So please put on your mask. Say “I’m fine” and “thank you,” If anyone should ask. I know your thoughts run rampant, You want to share them all, But these are not the places; The grocery store, or mall. Wait until you’re all alone, And type them with your hand. Share them on the blog instead, Where people understand.
How does one decipher, Mixed messages conveyed? Go where there is no path, But be careful not to stray. Reach for the stars is guidance… That often goes around, But can this be achieved… When keeping both feet on the ground? Am I shooting for the moon… If I aim to rise above the crowd? Or is this evidence… That my head is in the clouds? Unraveling ancient proverbs, Double edged, their meanings dual, Will knowledge bring me power… Or the wisdom of a fool? —Janet Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Eclectic
I am a boundless traveler, My journey has no end. Just a transitory visitor… For soon I’ll fly again. —Janet
Rain taps the window, Inviting us out to play, Childlike dreams return, Cares melt away in each drop, Balance is being restored. —Janet Written for Your Daily Word Prompt: Inviting, & RDP Tuesday: Balance Rain is like macaroni & cheese to me. It’s my comfort weather. The fire goes on, blankets get piled high, and I have an excuse to stay in bed with a good book (guilt free!). A day like that is a great way to restore balance. I wanted to share some exciting news about school. After working as an unpaid graphic design intern for two semesters, I’m going to be official this semester. I will actually get paid for my work!
Over at Harry’s Beach Bar, The music plays all night. My date and I stopped in there, To have a quick little bite. Regrettably I’d told a tale, About my rock star vocals, How shocked I was, To read the sign: Karaoke TONIGHT for Locals! No doubt, I was in a pickle, For my singing he’d abhor, So I excused myself… To the ladies room, And left through the back door. Three Things Challenge: Rock Star, Beach, Pickle
From where I was standing, I saw beauty everywhere. The gulls appeared to know me, As if they recognized my stare. My mind’s eye scanned the horizon, Rousing dull shades into vibrant hues, Melancholy grays, Into sapphire blues. Moving quickly, I traversed the mud and the trash. I saw snowflakes and crystals, As I watched the waves crash. The storm the eve before, Left puddles, wind, and freezing air… But on the coast that morning, Not a surfer, Nor I, Had a single care. —Janet Inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge: Dream
Everything Changed— Everything changed on that warm autumn eve, Darkness hid behind a billion stars. Iridescent streams pirouetted past, The wind hummed like a thousand guitars. Leaves tussled to mask their fragility, Exposed by the penetrating beams, Then consented with grace, and surrendered, Nothing is quite as it seems. The mystic haze whispered a warning cry, To the hearts that would soon be converged, Unaware of the loss that would be mourned, When the beautiful woman emerged. A part of my soul was lost on that night, My sweet vixen, she had tears in her eyes, In human form, she would forget us soon, So in silence, we said our goodbyes. —Janet While I was off camping, msjadeli at Tao Talk tagged me to “Tell The Story” (or write a poem) about the image below. Everything Changed was my story.
My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white, Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette, They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even three, I’ll never stop dreaming of all I can be.
Far beneath the jagged cliff … Where men are seldom seen, A dilapidated shack … Lies in the dark ravine. Beaten by the fog and mist … Its coverings worn thin, Things were said to go awry… When Enmity moved in. —Janet— Three Things Challenge: Mist, Shack, Cliff Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Enmity I’m really enjoying these word challenges. Seems like a great way to motivate and inspire, and it’s really helping me ‘stick to my guns’ and write something every day. I have more words to conquer—that brought about uplifting thoughts—and some updates to share, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be posting again later. TGIF
Lips, rest firmly on the trigger- Blistered by thoughts, simmering there. Frustration, igniting the fuse- Fires words as bullets, through the air. Like a dagger, tearing through flesh- Words thrust, with malevolent force. Echoed cries, of hollowed anger- Later to bleed, with great remorse. —Janet