Thrice I have "died", twice to "return" Each time with less, like a wall missing mortar and brick The brace still there, though not as true The love in heart still strong, but the future light is less Every love we lose takes a bit of rock out of the run We have the sand … Continue reading The Mortar of Our Lives
Author: ramblingsfromanunpavedmind
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce talking about their past. Sometimes, their voices end up in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional readers. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.
Time for a New Season
I never felt the wrong, when I could taste the right did not question any soul, same hue day or night, I never knew the fear, when I heard my friend, Only felt the rhythm of life, never wanting the end Chase me to silence while you drum your sides Follow me in darkness; my … Continue reading Time for a New Season
My Cadillac Journey
What a Journey for a 50-year survivor of rust, accidents, broken parts, and even politics. I am still on the road today, and I think I look pretty decent for my age. Any respectful girl would try her best. I began my traveling life on December 15, 1966, when my last Cadillac Factory check was … Continue reading My Cadillac Journey
That Sneaky Voice of Confidence
Did you hear that little squeaky voice today? Just behind you and a bit lower than your shoulders? You know? The sly sneaky one that says, "If I had only done this or that, I would be somebody?" That voice, the confidence vampire, exists for many of us. Most of us might have wanted a … Continue reading That Sneaky Voice of Confidence
Sing Your Journey
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 Sing Your Journey
I Sit Alone, Listening
I sit alone after dawn and hear the bursting surrounding me. My eyes are closed, my soul has no barrier. There, a dove, cooing for her partnered one, Nearer, the wasp rasps and tests for the new home, Farther, ole sol, forcing renewed life on earth to grow, first green then in colors, Tulips, pears, … Continue reading I Sit Alone, Listening
A History of Panic
Animals and humans are sometimes driven by panic, by the sudden onset of fear of survival, wherein the host goes nuts. Panic can be useful for personal survival; it is rarely helpful for the herd, our herd, the human race. The etymology of panic comes from the Greek God Pans, the god of shepherds and … Continue reading A History of Panic
Listen to the Summer
Looking forward to summer. LISTEN! The nightly summer breeze runs over and under, tousling tree leaves with a delightful sound. Nearby, moth wings are battling a screen door, striving for the low kitchen light just out of reach. A neighbor’s dog is whining and scratching at the door, again. In the distance, car tires hum … Continue reading Listen to the Summer
Her Passion To Kill
Have you ever wondered how the Rich and Powerful get rid of their unpleasant problems? Meet Janet, an accomplished serial killer that becomes a hitwoman for the elites. https://tinyurl.com/yysqaddd Sample 1. Introduction to a Killer If one’s passion is to kill and kill again, one must be like a passing shadow to other eyes, as … Continue reading Her Passion To Kill
Heart-Shaped Memories
Heart Shaped Memories; flash fiction stories of vital memories written about real people most of us would never pay attention to. https://tinyurl.com/yymbkwzw Sample: Rattling the Windows of Life Old man Applegate was about to go off again, destined to scare most of my patients. Even those heavily sedated sometimes were startled when he began to … Continue reading Heart-Shaped Memories
