I wrote this little poem as a challenge: Choose one element and write about it. I chose AIR and VERSE.
What element attracts you? Water, fire, earth or air? I tend toward water but Air is my birth sign…so I chose her.
Air is breath of life, our souls. It is the power harnessed to create energy. It is also the ‘mother of thought’ and corresponds to communication and the colors yellow and white.
Gosh, where has November gone? Even though I’ve been operating on low-key status, the month still has flown by. While I should be editing my latest manuscript, I’ve been creating instead. Also, guiltily, I’ve been watching Netflix, HBO and FX and a little Colbert and Myers on the side.
So, not the most productive time in my life but also giving myself a break as I wrote about last week in Thinking About…Things.
Still here. It’s been quiet here at the blog. Even on my social channels I haven’t been interacting much. I certainly haven’t been creating brilliant thoughts or beautiful pictures I want to share with the world…which leaves me feeling a bit disconnected. But I could say I’m feeling more connected with myself. That’s not a bad thing.
A must read. Too Much and Never Enough by Mary L. Trump paints a nuanced picture of a DYSFUNCTIONAL family and the consequences of raising a son who answers to no one and gets everything he wants.
“The World’s Most Dangerous Man” as the author coins him, is now the POTUS without a conscience. Donald Trump, second son of Fred Trump Sr., has risen in the political ranks with a seemingly empty soul. He’s demolished businesses and people along the way. Mary, also a psychologist, sheds light on how he came to be and what it cost her and her father.
When I heard the news You’re gone forever, Sister, I stared into space Shocked and in pain. “God stole pink from the sky today,” Is all I could think to say. Your favorite lipstick color Imprinted on my brain. You used to say “Get on your broom And fly over to see me.” We’d laugh at our absurdity. It’s true I looked to you For comfort of your familiar face. Maybe we didn’t always agree But we turned to each other in times of misery. Maternal losses only sisters comprehend. The gravity of life, the frustration of not being heard Again and again. Your laugh always preceded you Announcing your arrival in any place. “Deb’s here,” we’d say—“the party can begin.” Know that you are impossible to forget The twinkle of laughter, the cry of your tears. We went through this life together Like a spiral still connected In those empty spaces Turned into years. God stole pink from the sky today But soon I will see you in each and every sunset. Raspberry-red wine, cloudy and glowing Mirrors your memory Forever in mine. -LT-
My deep condolences go out from my heart, to my two nephews and one niece, in addition to three grand-nieces and one grand-nephew.
The lovely Balroop Singh’s new book of poetry, I’m happy to announce, is available for purchase this week! I can’t wait to delve into this one! She has generously put it on sale until the end of the week. Help me congratulate Balroop on her newest book of poetry, Magical Whispers.
Sharing a poem today written by Nora M. Parker.
I remember when you were young Nothing could stop the chorus song Of your refrain from truth. Now you’re an abandoned bride Old but not necessarily wise. The script you rehearsed line by line No longer applies. A Matron saint with no one to ordain Your time has come to Leave it undone. Admit your wrongs, imbibe your sins With one last kiss Dead from within. -NMP
Photo by Charisse Kenion on Unsplash
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I’m answering an important question today: “Whom would you want to be stuck with during a blizzard, and what would you do?” posed by the amazing author, Chrys Fey. Ms. Fey’s latest book, Frozen Crimes, in her suspenseful Disaster Crime series is set for release today!
It’s time for Colleen’s photo prompt poetry challenge. I actually got to choose the photo for this challenge. I’m excited to see what everyone has written.
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