HIS PASTURE The wind pushed the cottony clouds across the sky as it bent the stalks of sunflowers growing on the green, sun-washed hillside. Most faced towards the sun. Black and white cattle slowly worked their way through the Meadowlands, searching for succulent blades of grass. All the while flies swarmed, worrying the cattle with … Continue reading HIS Pasture
Hello God. Frances here. Yep, sitting beneath the Mimosa tree again, and sipping my dinner. Watching you through the leaves fluttering in the breeze. These blues eyes of mine never were very strong, but everyone liked them, said they were loving. Funny how dark the sky is without that old moon. But, the stars are … Continue reading Frances and Mimosa, Sipping Dinner
The mind so heavy with thoughts one's eyes cannot look up, the heart so burdened with worries it sinks like stone. But the soul, ah that soul, will be freed from heart and mind and flesh, think all that is life, love all that is right, leaving the heart and mind under. See my sunrise … Continue reading Soul, in a mind so Heavy
via Daily Prompt: Slight Our society has become one where anyone can hide behind a phone or tablet and say anything to anyone connected to Social Media. I do not need facts. Indeed, facts get in the way of a good Slight or insult. Facts get in the way of how I feel, and what … Continue reading Is it a Real Slight or Imagined?
I spent the day, wishing I was somewhere else, someone else, only to realize, I am exactly where and whom I was meant to be. The sound of my life, just like your song, sounds so good to me. Hear me. Remember me, as I hear and remember you. And, we smile.
On my second tonic and gin, wondering the state that I was in, did I really tell the sheriff his gun was made of tin and then told Londa "you need sin"? Well, that might explain the bars that I see, and the cold floor smelling like pee, but in no way can … Continue reading 2nd Tonic and Gin
Bare bulb, hanging on a couple of twisted wires. Harsh light bouncing on Green walls lighting up the rickety ironing board below, Cheap furniture no one would steal or burn. Worn clothes with patches, stains and history and abuse. Jaw set like forever, pushing wrinkles through loving clothes Momma had a mission, no hope, Big … Continue reading The Core of Life, Momma
Anyone can write! But, does anyone want to read it? Anyone can sing, or paint, or sculpt, or use oratory. Does anyone want to hear it, to see it, to buy it? Fundamentally, we all have some creative passion on some level. Where does one draw the lines? Talent Passion Self-misdirection? A creative passion might be … Continue reading Creative Talent and Passion and Frustration
My wife just had her last radiation treatment, yesterday. This has been a journey of some six months of bad news, Xrays, blood tests, chemo, and radiation therapy. The medical personnel was great. When my wife left yesterday morning she was jubilant knowing this was an end and that there was a planned celebration with … Continue reading What to Bring to a Cancer Fight