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.

God Stole Pink From the Sky Today

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.

Inspired by the brief beauty of the season, I’ve penned “Prelude to Winter”. Enjoy her before winter pounces.

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.

The Aging of the Shrew

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.

Even the whales are angry at us. Mankind has really screwed up. We really have. And I wish I wasn’t posting this because it’s would be more fun to write about almost anything else.

The pandemic caused me to do some things I wouldn’t normally do…and whether it was out of necessity or desire is still unclear. For example;