Standing at a distance, As the crowd wails, Arguing over scraps, The outsider watches. Quietly dreaming, Anticipating, Waiting patiently, For the endless sea to call… Word of the Day Challenge: Endless Have a beautiful day everyone!
Chaotic workday— a scuffle with friends, Five o’clock traffic— the stress never ends, Pressure to do well— fearing failure, too, Stuck in a pattern— afraid of what’s new, Plan for retirement— look forward to rest, Where children once played— is now empty nest, Dating disasters— a marriage from hell, Lack of investments— there’s nothing to sell, No regrets linger— My head’s not for rent, All of these moments— are evanescent, March forward, full steam— toward what is unseen, Faith is eternal— I’m living the dream.
His appearance stirred up anger, Seeds of hatred had been sewn. Antipathy grew heavy, I began tumbling, From my throne. Shockingly, There I discovered, His reflection, Had been my own!
A wish, like a dream Is only the beginning The challenge comes next Prepare for the fight Fear will say: “Impossible!” You must not listen Like “look, but don’t touch,” Always leaves you wondering, What did that feel like? You will never know What you are capable of Until you have tried So take a gamble, Up the ante, raise the stakes Make your wish come true Written for Daily Addictions: Fight, RDP Friday: Prepare, Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Touch & Your Daily Word Prompt: Raise
An Ode to Introverts Solitude, You are so dear to me. Sometimes I wonder, Do I love you more than I should? My friends are all out gallivanting, And here I am, Alone with you. You give me comfort, Help me gather my thoughts, Like a breath of fresh air, You are my best friend. I curse at times, Stare at the mirror and shout, You are a hermit! The Judge strikes the gavel, And the verdict is in, Guilty as charged! But I stay anyway. You have incredible power. I can’t help but love you. Signed, The Wallflower Weekend Writing Prompt #115: Write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 95 words using the word “Judge”
Urban sidewalk A hidden gem after the rain Beauty can always be found You just need to look With your heart Open *
Boys & Their Toys It started with skates, Then a skateboard or two. The toys just got bigger, As the little ones grew. A bike; then a car, With a rack on the top, To haul all these toys… Oh, when does it stop?! Toys for water and sand, Three wheelers and such, Soon the car had to go, Since it didn’t fit much. A board for the snow, One for catching a wave, The garage has been shrinking, Now we need a Man Cave!
Be unique. Be awesome. Be you. Do whatever it is that is true. Take chances. Make mistakes. Step out. No one else knows what you are about. Encourage. Give a hand. Be kind. Speak gently, of what’s on your mind. Do what’s right, when others go wrong. You matter. You’re here. You Belong. Being phony will fracture your soul, So be real. Be authentic. Be whole. —Janet Word of the Day Challenge: Phony
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. —Janet— Weekend Writing Prompt #89: Silhouette Word of the Day Challenge: Splinter Well… in spite of the predicted rain, I’m heading to the beach tomorrow for a four day stay. I’m so excited! I’m taking along my camera, and dreaming of some great shots… but even a few mediocre ones will do! Speaking of photographs, I have to mention something about my featured image. My son and I went to the Phoenix Art Museum years ago, and I’ve had this photograph of him for years. When I saw the word silhouette today, I decided it was time to get creative with it. Not everyone wants to see “family photos,” but …
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
Facades and foundations are all that remain, Of the city from which her spirit once came. Underneath the dust, and the rubble there lay, Narrow streets lined with gold… least that’s what they say. During one summer, when the moon shone just right, A man’s said to have seen her, There dancing at night. It’s believed that their hearts were at once set on fire, On top of that mountain, beyond the old mire. Now legend it goes… that once every June, Some see their shadows, up in the full moon. — by JanetWord Count: 91 Weekend Writing Prompt #88: Foundations Today’s Accomplishment: Write an Acrostic Poem (and I just learned what that was yesterday, so this was a challenge indeed!) Peace & Love Everyone!
Lessons learned the hard way The signs are ever there Red flag warnings flashing Read “ENTER IF YOU DARE” Passions blind our senses We fail to heed the call Refusing to acknowledge The writing on the wall Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Wall
Everything is spinning, And things are upside down. Do my eyes deceive me? Or are crazies running ’round? They like to taunt and tease me, They’ll never leave, I dread… No one else can see them, Here hiding in my head. … Inspired by Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Madness I got excited when I saw today’s word because I knew it was the perfect opportunity to put one of my ‘zoo light’ photographs to use. A little spin here, a little blur there… and voila! It’s madness! Peace & Love!—Janet
Quietly I slip away Into the black and white. Cautiously Sparking palettes Waiting for colors to ignite. … I really wanted to do this weekend writing prompt, and I figured it could be a good way to say “No more black and white for a while.” I believe I’ve had my fill. Weekend Writing Prompt #87: Ignite
Since the web’s inception So much has gone amiss A simple online visit Sucks you into the abyss In pursuit of knowledge Google’s the new guru And when you have a question Sometimes Quora has a clue Twitter’s full of hashtags While Facebook finds your friends Pandora plays your music Amazon delivers trends I need to take a break Be free of my Wi-Fi To say it would be easy Would be nothing but a lie My friends yell “GET OUTSIDE!” My butt feels like a log… “I’ll be there in a minute! — — Once I’m finished with my blog!”
In days of old I caught ahold Of things experimental. I soon found out Without a doubt That this was consequential. I lost my wit My self was split My memories fragmental. … A rule of thumb: That offbeat drum Which sounds so instrumental Can lead the way To one’s decay And all that’s detrimental. To quench that thirst Consider first Something more transcendental. … I was trying to avoid writing today, but I thought ‘detrimental’ deserved some attention… and fun rhymes were singing in my head; threatening to make me a little crazy if I didn’t sit and write them down. On another note, I finally took that first step yesterday and started walking. I’m hoping to do it again today, to get a jump on the whole “be more active in 2019” plan, something I’m going to be mindful of this year. Have a beautiful day everyone!
Leafless trees, A winter’s freeze, The sky is painted gray. Starry nights, And twinkling lights, The perfect holiday. Inspired by Word of the Day Challenge: Holiday
Pursued out of slumber Into the dead of the night My dreams interrupted By belligerent waves of light —Janet Inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge: Belligerent
Everywhere I wandered, I saw circles… and I saw squares. As I walked alone, These perfect shapes all walked in pairs. Feeling asymmetrical, I longed to fit the norm. I stretched and pulled, and bent myself, While trying to conform. But it was all in vain, you see… My shape was never wrong. I’ve embraced this form God gave me, And it’s a joy to be oblong. Well, I finally did it. My first writing inspired by the Word of the Day Challenge: Oblong. It feels a little naked without a featured image, but that’s OK. It’s nice to change things up once in a while and I didn’t want to end up focusing on that all day. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it… and that this is the first of more to come. Have a beautiful day!
The music begins as I close my eyes. I feel the wind, as the curtains rise. To my partners arms, I approach with grace. I feel his hair brush across my face. Caught in the moment, only we exist. Heads all turn, as our bodies twist. He lifts me with ease, and I touch the sky, imagining clouds are drifting by. I’ve choreographed this scene on the stage, we stop in time, as I search the page. A tear finds its way, things aren’t what they seem. My eyes are now open. it was only a dream
My cousin is great at knitting and crocheting. She makes batches of scarves that are shipped out to women in shelters and she asked me to write something that could go on a card with each scarf. The yarn she uses is nicknamed ‘Magic Yarn’ because it’s made up of remnants of old pieces of yarn—leftover scraps in a sense—so that no yarn is ever wasted. So… I wrote a fairy tale in rhymes: The Tale of the Magic Yarn There once was a seamstress, who made garments of white. Everyone wore them, what a beautiful sight! She knitted, crocheted and sewed wonderful things. Hats, scarves and mittens, with tassels and rings! The town looked so crisp, clean, shiny and bright. They all dressed the same, their garments so light! With pride they stood tall, as they strutted around. Not a blemish was seen, not a stain ever found. Then one day by surprise, a great storm hit the sand. Thunder, lightning and winds…blew right through the land. When the chaos was over, they all came …
Father, you feel so far away,I’m not sure that my words are right.All I ask is to feel you near…Did you hear my prayer last night? Open your eyes my little one,Remember the veil was torn apart.Be still, and know that I am God…for I am speaking to your heart. I’ve summoned the wind to join us,My spirit stirs amidst the breeze.Look! The branches, they dance about…Rustling leaves whisper melodies. Forever and ever I am with you child,I’m everywhere, and in everything.Your words need not be perfect…I know your heart, I hear it sing! Oh thank you Heavenly Father,for this song that you’ve given me.I’ll be back again tomorrow…to dance beneath our sacred tree.