Lambs in Spring Little white balls of beautiful fluff, Bouncing and prancing and that kind of stuff. Baaing and whimpering here and there Sometimes they’ll do nothing but stop and stare. Crying for mother on a lovely spring day, Mother comes running; decides to stay. Bounding and twisting round and round, Looking for something no … More Resurrection
Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo Music has always been a part of our family fabric. From the ancestors who played in the brass bands of northern Michigan in the 1800s to my grandfather who played a multitude of instruments in his living room, to my grandmother who warbled like a bird while painting portraits of … More The Fabric of Music
This week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore … I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now … “I didn’t understand because I couldn’t understand, I wasn’t ready, Joe.” So said Magnolia as she gazed absently out the window trying to explain her life to me. “For a time in our lives … More When The Student is Ready …
Solo Upon her comfort Perch she sits, Gazing out to Horizons golden- Veiled, and longing For the gilt touch Upon her furrowed brow. Not so far, the flight ~ But, ah, so Alone. The nest now but empty, A cagéd prison Of her untested fear. But, the sun ~ The sun does so beckon And … More Solo
Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore. This house has a story. Tell it. ~*~ I wondered if it would be a mistake to come back; to revisit a memory that is long since buried yet yearns to be resurrected. Yet, here I am. I am not surprised the “Love Nest,” as my gramps used to … More The Love Nest
Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore. Time and place scenario. You suddenly find yourself standing alone on an unknown sidewalk in an unknown place. It’s night and snowing and the only other person around is walking away from you…. ~*~ Again I’ve been here before In this place Alone. A back turned. Abandoned. A swell … More Again
Sink or swim? A choice I, And I alone, Must make. Treading water Tires the more I delay. Clouds of confusion Hover and rain Down their tears Upon these Restless waters That drown My spirit. A dry, distant horizon Hints at light and Beckons, and still I delay. Oops … there’s a shark. ~*~ This … More Sink or Swim
What it is to feel the weight of change. Every fibre of my being in a shift. Energy flits and flies from Head to toe. Takes my breath away; Gives it back. Breathe … Moving through another layer Self-doubt waves in my Direction. “Remember me?” it yells, Desperate for my attention While desperately I push … More The Soup of My Soul
Emptiness. A void waiting to be filled. Fill it wisely, and be well. ~*~ A path familiar walked for too long a time. Riddled with old perceptions and prejudices; Delusions, illusions and self-sabotage. It was all I knew; all I understood of life Until one day I finally Asked: “Is this all there is?” * … More Emptiness ~ The Dark Unknown
~*~ A precious, fragile gift To you, from me. Unseen to the eye, Yet ever present in the heart. Handle with care. If you break it, Don’t come back for more. ~*~ My response to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge for this week. Yes, I know it’s Sunday. 😉 Thanks for visiting … Dorothy … More Trust
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 