grateful just that, today on its own without qualifier or explanation without maybe soon or someday or if only or except the space around it allowing room for it and me and everything to be enough #52for52 (26/52)
Poetry
Autumn 1970
Whisked out into the cold fall air I remember no words spoken just the unnerving strangeness of a night journey My father driving us in the car having been spirited from our beds and wearing heavy coats over pajamas our footie-feet scratching over leaves as we hurried out huddled together on the back seat as … Continue reading Autumn 1970
Plein air
I long to be a plein air painter, carrying my easel in a case on my back, my tools of creation upon and within me. I would wander about, as artists do, searching for the just-right spot. (Artists have a good eye for that.) I would be a part of and apart from the landscape, … Continue reading Plein air
The Magician & the Queen of Hearts
Writing from prompts is so much fun, because the outcome is almost always a complete surprise. For me, it is exactly how Forrest Gump described a box of chocolates: "You never know what you're going to get." I wrote this quickly, mostly focused on making silly rhymes, but reading it now, I guess today's Daily Prompt: … Continue reading The Magician & the Queen of Hearts
The invitation
The pleasure of your company is requested [here] The honour of your presence, the greatest gift. You are [always] invited to the celebration. Do not regret but rather, Accept with delight the kind invitation of the world. via Daily Prompt: Invitation
The reluctant warrior
Battle language used to describe cancer is not something that resonates with everyone, and I get that. But today's WordPress Daily Prompt: Pillage surprised me by taking me back to those days as a scared girl with a shaved head, and the long journey back. Shout out to all of you cancer warriors - and non-warriors - out there. She is a soldier, shorn-ready for … Continue reading The reluctant warrior
In defense of the faith
She strides into the clinic, smiling, and extends her hand to shake. She wears a pretty ponytail, and holds a pretty notebook, Disguising her fear. The handsome man is at her side, Her defender in battle. She has faith in this place, the people, the work she hopes to find here. She will never renounce the … Continue reading In defense of the faith
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