Sarah's prompt: Why not?

Who would have thought by some mere chance,
Coincidence or circumstance,
Or perhaps by happenstance
That I’d be here with you?

I hadn’t counted on the moon,
Or clouds or stars or sun,
I didn’t know you were the one.
And yet, well, here you are.

With gentle words and tender touch,
I didn’t know you’d love this much,
Or of your special ways and such
That caress my hidden heart.

I could ask so many things like how
And when and where and why,
But I am certain that you’d reply,
Why not?

Running Away From Home

The prompt was "My younger self fled not toward but from... (it's a quote from one of Marge Piercy's poems)."


I can’t do this anymore,
I’m headed to the world beyond this door!
To something much grander
To something more fun.
I’m going to find my place in the sun!
I’m not holding back,
Not hedging my bets,
I’m going out to get all I can get!
I’m certain of one thing
I’m not certain at all.
But trying and failing
Beats not trying out all!
So here I come wide open spaces.
Look for me in glamorous places.
Taking life by the horns,
Living life to the full,
Daring to be what I dreamed I could be,
Until time catches up with me.
When I’m older and wiser
I’ll have smiles to hide.
Of times that I tried,
When I probably shouldn’t have,
Gone down more dangerous paths.
Then I would have.
Times that I skipped responsibilities,
To live wishes and dreams and possibilities.

jan 5th

Too dark
To hear
The call of the nightingale.

Too still
To know
The kiss of the night’s breeze.

Too long
To remember
The sense of the freedom.

Too soon
To end up
The whisper of the past.

trying to write ....i begin

ok ... so i have always wanted to write but have found it difficult at best to write regularly ... only once when i was takeing a script writing class did i write consistently for any length of time ... over the years i've written children's stories .... counting stories ... fairytales.... i've written poetry ... and stopped and started several different times on what was going to be a novel ... so this blog will be my writing board.... the only way to write is to write ...

you may not find anything worth reading here ... but i will be putting my thoughts to paper ... or making things up as a i go ... commenting on the world around ....perhaps doing exercises from writing books that i may be reading ... there is a blog that i read that's called 12 old masters or something like that where she makes up dialog or part of a story from various paintings ... i like that so may work off of that idea once a week myself ... linking you to either the artwork or photo that i'm using ....

we'll see what happens....

today's writing ...

EVER?!?

I was hoping to be
someone else entirely.
Someone who was full of fun,
laughing, free, without a care,
Settled, without fear or angst.
Knowing that I'd gotten "there"
To a place of joy and peace,
not weary and dismayed.
BUT
Here I am
not "there" at all
and wondering ...
If I will be arriving "there"
EVER?!?