Well today is Tuesday.  There’s was a bunch of writing going on Friday.  That’s the day to write not worrying if it’s right over at Kate’s blog.  Write for five minutes, no editing, no backtracking.  Link up your post and then visit your neighbour to spread some FMF love.    The prompt is: because




I am exhausted

from the revolving door

of thoughts

that keep circling round and round

in my head


The fissures of my surface

have been cracked wide open

leaving me exposed

left to bleed out


I am ready to lay down

like abandoned train tracks

chocked by tangled weeds

their identity hidden


Thinking of the possibilities

I  cry only dry tears

the wet have been spent

and I am broke


There is no fight in me

so I surrender my heart

and although crushed by battle

it beats


because of you












Stick People

Too  young to have

their faces drawn on

they colour between the lines perfectly

balancing fatigue and youthfulness

Their wardrobes are fashioned from photos

of style gurus, runway models, and starlets

Hours spent hold-up in bedrooms or bathrooms

pouting faces, pursing lips and sideway glances

they play peek-a-boo

Calories are counted with ice cubes

and too thin fingers painted in pretty shades

They exist on compliments

They hide their secrets behind mink lashes

and bright white smiles

with hairstyles that cost more than their allowances

A tangled web is woven

they are fixated

tightly bound by the latest trends

and flavours of the month

They’re dying to be old

to fit in

Crazy world …


When holding hands

we place our hearts

carefully in the palms

of others, trusting that

their intentions

are honourable


We create solidarity

with a bond bound by faith

messages of hope

strength from fear

the happiness of joy

or the gift of love


Whether witnessed by many

or few, it matters not

for in that moment when

we offer our hand

we offer ourselves



I offer you mine

Hold tight.


Today is Five Minute Friday over at Kate’s blog.  A fearful group of writers, write for five minutes without worrying if it is right.  Today’s prompt is the word:  HOLD.   Give it a go.  Don’t hold back.



Your slyness creeps in

turning collars up

hats tucked down


Lush lawns sport new dews

trees play with colour

bearing the fruit of the season


Brisk walking replaces Summer’s saunter

and we turn our gaze to the sun

while still warm,  it’s losing it’s luster


The haze of the sky gives way to a true blue

crisp clouds breeze by

on the tails of cooler winds


We begin to dream in crimson and gold

dressing in warmer tones

Candles are lit and fires are kindled

energizing our senses while we cozy our nests


We bottle, bake and freeze giving thanks

for Summer’s bounty

the bedding of gardens and cutting of eager bushes

necessitates the switch of seasonal tools

We bow to natures shedding

bending and raking


Witnessing our morning’s breath

we wait,  while you make up your mind

how fair you will play

your Fall game






Do you know what depression sounds like?  Do you know what it looks like?  I’ve watched advertisements on television about depression and I’ve witnessed it first hand.   I’d like to think I would recognize it’s symptoms, but this week, along with so many other people, I was left shaking my head in disbelief with regard to the suicide of Robin Williams.  Obviously those truly close to him were aware of his struggle.  Others not so much.  I never witnessed or shared his torment.  I never heard what he was saying all those years behind smiles and comedic relief.  It got me thinking about how smart and insidious this disease can be.  It got me wondering about conversations, and that old saying:  “Wish I could have been a fly on the wall”.  What would I do should I end up privy to the final conversation of a depressed person? The one they are having with themselves just before they choose death.  I wonder if I would be strong enough or convincing enough,  when given the opportunity,  to tell them that they are not alone.  That help is available and that they are loved enough to choose life.  What would you do?  Do tell. 

Crushing news

leaves broken hearts

head in hand with mouths agape

and tear filled vision

We weep openly

for those who have suffered


They smile, nodding

hiding a lonely, isolating burden

keeping a secret

While days turn into nights

they dodge judgement’s harshness

 protecting depression’s


Crying quiet tears

carrying the heaviness of their world


they favour death

leaving an unending echo

in a chasm too wide to fill

We ask why?  What can we do?

Tell us.


Today is FMF over at Kate Motaung’s blog Heading Home.  You write for five minutes not worrying if it is right. Give it a go.  Today’s prompt is:  Tell.  It’s been a tough week.


I bought one of these:  It is called a Veggetti.  It turns vegetables into spaghetti-like strands.  So I made Zucchetti or Zucchini Spaghetti.  I added a package of extra lean ground turkey, but you could go vegetarian and it would still be delicious. 




Zucchetti with Turkey

Here’s the recipe.  Five items.

1 onion chopped

1 pkg. extra lean ground turkey

1 can (540 ml) diced tomatoes with olive oil and garlic

4 zucchini veggettied (is that a word) on the thick slice

Freshly Grated Cheese – I used ParRoma ( a mixture of Parmesan and Romano cheeses)

Do This:

Sweat the onions down with a bit of olive oil in a non-stick frying pan. 

Add your turkey and brown.  Then add the diced tomatoes and let cook for 10 mins.

Veggetti your Zucchini on the thick slice and add to the mixture.  I put the lid on my pan and let them cook for approximately 8 – 10 minutes. 

Fold the mixture together and serve.

Add your cheese (and maybe some pepper).  Okay that’s six items.  But this is fast and delicious!!




Children fill our lives to the brim with their energy, enthusiasm, questions and needs.  Then, send us to the brink with their energy,enthusiasm, questions and needs. So, how does HE do it?  How does God do it? I am continually amazed, graced and humbled as he continues to fill me up with HIS love and compassion.   We all need compassion don’t we?


{Pinterest} What did you just complain about?

I don’t want to be ignorant, so I thirst for HIS knowledge, wisdom and understanding of this world.   I hear HIM whisper to me at times when I think HE couldn’t possibly be listening to my ranting, only to have HIM put faith back on to my heart and into my life.   When I feel small and unimportant, HE wraps his loving arms around me and gathers me up large and sure.   I’m so grateful to have HIM in my life.  How can I complain?  How can I ever be lonely?  To the brim HE fills me.


Today is Friday.  For some it is the end of the work week, for others it is the beginning of something new.  Five Minute Fridays has moved here.  Kate is now our host for FMF.  Give it a try.  Write five minutes without worrying if it is right.  The prompt is:  FILL

Sudden Downpour

I entered the shop

soaked to the bone


A man at the counter

was cradling the phone


Low level light produced a din

with gesturing arms

I was waved right in


Filled with dusty old antiquities

the store shared the tales

of people and their histories


His was one of sadness be told

after losing his life’s love

the business had been sold


What I learned from sudden downpours

that had my interest peaked

is that stories found, aren’t always held

within the words they speak


It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!

Today’s prompt at Post A Day is Sudden Downpour




The Big Finish




Between the go and stop

she gives us license to be brave

to write with abandon


uniting the varied

with a word

Some sprint to the finish

others saunter

keystrokes clicking as the minutes tick

sharing the stories of our lives

some with poetry others in ministry

providing hope, love and glory of faith

Like life itself

every beginning has an ending

and a new opportunity

time passes and so too the baton

We write thankful for HIS gift

both she, and her words


Today we write not worrying if it’s right over at Lisa Jo Baker’s blog.  After four years and thousands of words FMF is moving.  Next Friday will be her last before it moves to another shining star.