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
Clearing land, you know, it never ends. My land, and then Henry’s down the road. Hard work. Real hard. We came here with our families, see. From the ol’ country. Across the pond in one of them big vessels packed with other hopefuls looking for a new life. We left everything behind that wouldn’t pack … More A New Life
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
“What are you listening to?” Sara, my teenage niece, waltzes into my living room like she owns the place and demonstrates scant interest in my choice of music as she flops in the big leather chair in the corner. I’m sure she’s secretly hoping I’ll turn it off. “String of Pearls.” “String of what?” “Pearls, … More A String of Pearls
~*~ 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
~*~ In Winter’s barren, snowy field I stand, My tender heart gripped tightly in his icy hand. His frosty breath across my naked soul doth blow, Leaving in its numbing wake a frosted, ruddy glow. * I didn’t mean to stand in Winter’s field so bare. When first I stood it blossomed green and lovely … More Winter’s Field
The heart is more than words as passions run And spirits soar to lift above the cloud. For one thing only moves beneath the sun And trumpet calls my name so true and loud. With joy my heart doth leap in sheer delight As beauty bourn o’er all doth jump and play. A dream; a … More #FWF … The Heart is More Than Words
Shedding Light on the Family Tree 