You want to say something, but need an amplifier and decoder for your messages. You fly far and wide, and know a lot more. We can benefit from your wisdom, but choose to use derogatory terms about the size of your brain. Maybe it’s envy for your power to conquer the skies… Maybe it’s our … Continue reading Help me
Nine yards of fabric Around a petite frame Valour personified, violence vindicated As she steps up to slay monsters Red becomes her, the Goddess compels All to respect, to accept and bow To power of the feminine Raw are wounds on her soul Instilling fear, inspiring awe, as blood oozes…. Note: A nine-day long festival … Continue reading Raw power
you charge ahead with force not knowing what drives you darkness within, in search of light Meaning escapes, but continues to haunt deep valleys and high roads till you look, dive inside https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/03/31/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-171-specificform/
I don't like mirrors it mocks, looks me in the eye my enlightened self https://amanpan.com/2020/03/30/eugis-weekly-prompt-enlighten-march-30-2020/
energy of spirals accelerates speed destinations remain the same what did I miss or lose on the way wrapped up in my dizziness? I cannot go back guilt will haunt each step where feet did not touch the ground https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/31/photo-challenge-309/
I waited for change, for what appears to be a lifetime now. Change happened, but not always for the better, and I was not driving it. I was sick of being a recipient, and waiting for Divine Grace to bless my life. The hope to find understanding, acceptance and love was gradually fading away. I … Continue reading Not me
my contributiona drop in the vast oceanembarrassed on itI withdraw, then go aheadit saves my soul, if not yours https://onewomansquest.org/2020/03/30/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-90-contribution/
“I received the nicest package today!” my mother tells me excitedly over the phone. “It couldn’t have arrived at a more perfect time!”
Kleenex, Voltaren, scotch mints, body lotion and a hand drawn picture from a great granddaughter, all bundled and dropped at the entrance to the nursing home, where we are no longer allowed.
My daughter and her family put it together.
Another daughter picks up medications for an elderly neighbour who can’t get out.
Ric is grocery shopping for us and others in the neighbourhood, minimizing exposure.
What can I do?, I wonder, feeling helpless in this state of isolation. It hits me in the middle of the night. Do what I can. Write.
So now I put out a weekly newsletter for our retirement community, 75% of which are widowed individuals. Inviting contributions, I’ve offered to organize and distribute, my mission to keep humour and entertainment the…
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“For how long do you think my old stubby fingers can hold up the cause? World peace is not sustainable. Earlier, people fought for patches of land. Then, wars were fought on sea and air. Now control strategies have got into the lungs of people. It cannot be eliminated, as long as the downfall of … Continue reading Stubs of a soul
