When words buckle beneath the pressure to flow, all I know is to let go. I have not found a magic token to purchase creativity’s flow.
I kept hoping that my Facebook account would be reinstated, but it appears I lost it permanently on August 5th. It is sad. Friends have told me I should make a new account, but I think if they take mine, I can not begin again.
I am dog sitting Maui for Alex while he is in transition to a more permanent home. You might notice Tribble is least concerned and going her way.
I am not quite sure how I forgot in my troubleshooting to unplug the device, but I called Amazon for help. I felt about as dumb as ever.
The Samsung A32 is working far above my expectations. I love using my phone again.
Having a refrigerator is a blast. Almost three months without one, I am so glad that is over.
I am using Twitter a bit. My Facebook friends are not all on there, but it is okay.
Writing is an exploration of thoughts that come to mind when we march words onto the page. The war begins when we force them into intense sense by editing such that we bleed grammar and style.
Happy Labor Day! I hope you have time to enjoy a break.
Who am I? No one, A dreamer with unfulfilled Dreams, bursting the seams.
Tears threaten to throw, All the plans, carefully made, Into fading shade.
I think I write But sometimes it seems The words write me, Searching out my heart, soul, Tearing me to shreds, making whole. Words are precious existence, Love distilled for meaning – Making clear the gleaning Of was, is, will be In almost captured dreams; Streams laden with hope – Wild flames catching time Setting sentences to rhyme, Only tell, what is the line, Am I it, or is it mine?
Time does not come Tied-up In pretty ribbons Red and Blue, More evidently Purple – Green of a stubborn Bruise, An ebony night, or Sun bright raging Thirsty day When That is, the harrowing Cold is Out of season.
Prizes Are rare and never Given for participation, No, Those gains only come With blood, sweat, pain – Paid Perhaps by generations Who strive to keep Love, faith, effort alive; Tears, Prayers over many years Are not just present, The future Is also their target;
Entreating God His mercy, grace to Unleash That survivors remain Christ’s love to proclaim – Overcoming Overwhelming dangers, trials, Through the continual Outworking of individual salvation.