Long

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The dash

in our

lives

is where we

get to

compose

our own personal

symphony

 

Our

reverb

is what

we leave

behind

 

Make

it

loud

 

Make

it

long

 

 

Head on over to Kate’s blog to write for five minutes.  Today’s prompt is the word “long”.   Five minutes of your time isn’t that long.  Give it a try.

 

 

Change

Time stands like a soldier

waiting on tomorrow

while fear spreads it’s arms wide

hovering overhead casting shadows

dropping bombs of doubt

and I am frozen

afraid to make a decision

 

The clock ticks counting off seconds

hours march by and the clicking

rhythm of boot heels and toes

spray water up from

the murky puddles of trepidation

hiding resolve

 

The air raids in my head

are causing a pounding

sirens are assaulting my confidence

which is hiding beneath

a standard issued uniform

yet I am far from being typical

 

Change is brutal

a war raged within

fortified by the numbness of fright

I am bloodied by it’s siege

my armour has been compromised

so  in defense of my honour

I take aim and pray for a clear shot

 

 

 

 

 

 

Care

 

keepcalmandtakecare

 

Spread

compassion

and

respect

everywhere

 

Keep

calm

and

respect

everything

 

Try

commanding

antipathy

respecting

everyone

 

Take care of yourself and those you love…

 

 

Today’s Friday.  Write for five minutes not worrying if it’s right at Kate’s blog.  Today’s prompt is the word: care.  Have a great weekend, and for us Canadians, enjoy your Thanksgiving festivities.

 

New

Don’t dance the same old dance in brand new shoes …

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Exonerate yourself from the trappings of consumerism

Walk away from over thinking and overdoing

Make time for family and friends

Say yes

Say no

Love yourself so that you can love others more

Stay quiet

Sing loudly, even off-key

Keep your promises

Never stop believing

Dream bigger

Sleep longer

Look for ways to find gratitude

Give hugs like you mean them

Kiss your partner passionately

Tell people you love, you like them too

Be honest

Stay humble

Smile

Give it your best

Buy new shoes

And remember to not dance the same old dance in them …

 

 

Today I’m joining in with the FMF group at Kate’s blog.  Give a go, try something “new”.

 

 

 

 

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 the 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

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stick People

Too  young to have

their faces drawn on

they colour between the lines perfectly

balancing fatigue and youthfulness

Their lives are fashioned from photos

of style gurus, runway models, and starlets

Hours are spent hold-up in bedrooms or bathrooms

pouting faces, pursing lips and sideways 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 …

Hold

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

vulnerable

 

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.