via Daily Prompt: Silhouette The woman, luxuriously dressed, coifed and made up Beyond stunning, glorious as a sea of buttercups Regal, stoic, eloquent and intelligent, elegant Proud, distant, often condescending and arrogant Yet not so long ago, this boastful, regal, arrogant regal woman Would scarcely be recognized; a figment of one's imagination A nobody;… Continue reading Darkness of A Reflection
Had a dream of a husband, kids and being a stay at home mom...until the kids were at school. We were in a large house in an upper-middle-class residential neighborhood in the Upper Midwest. The schools were superb, the neighbors were excellent, crime was non-existent, the streets were wide and no cars were ever on… Continue reading My Dream – Mine
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/ascend/ A heartbreaking sight; the winged gift from the gods fall from heaven Injuries from overuse, yes but mostly from Man and it's disgraceful What majesty bears in such amazing feats in the skies; such a blessing To see the wings of a majestic bird in flight; oh, so graceful Glorious. Beautiful. Majestic. Poetry in… Continue reading Bird With A Broken Wing
via Daily Prompt: Overcome All her life she felt like The Child Left Behind with her shiny and pressed school dress Everyone she knew from family to friends thought her sweet, loving, never apt to unkindness But what most did not realize was that she was bound, shackled to this image An image that brings to… Continue reading Hearing Echoes
via Daily Prompt: Crescendo Hurricanes dancing Spinning round to a crescendo Power Danger yet such beauty It is my hope that there is little loss of life to those who are fleeing Hurricane Irma in Florida, now Category 5 status, and set to rival Hurricane Andrew in size, power, and ferocity. My prayers go out… Continue reading Beauty in the Eye of the Storm
Rushing, rushing, constantly in a hurry The father has long gone; the mother with children scurries "Time to go!" The mother cries. "It's time for school!" But deep inside, her heart aches; the mother worries The mother is no longer a mother; she's an employee Sitting behind a desk attempting to focus on her… Continue reading Life of a Single Mother
I was always told I was an idealist. I had visions of things being so perfect in an imperfect world and it was frustrating to me. World peace depressed me. Politics, though I got into the intricacies of it all, left me feeling empty. What got to me the most? Real issues...like... I mean, why… Continue reading Wishes From A Dreamer
Why am I writing? Why do the "blog?" Good question. I was looking around the "Blogging University" site and found some intriguing "lessons" and thought I'd see what they had to teach. This was one - Why do I blog to begin with? Why write? What's my purpose? What is my true intention? It's having me really… Continue reading Why?