A flower for me
Flowers from you
For thirteen years
I have been your wife
😍❤️😘
Tag Daily prompt
Sound of the Sea
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”
My feet are calibrated
By ocean sands
As seas push onto the earth
And pulled greedily back again
Like curtains opening and closing
From breaking of the dawn
To dying of the day
My soul is free
Knowing the force controlling
Waters of the sea –
That same magnitude of power
Is somehow, in some way
Looking out for me
Charlotte and Francesca
Lost in Translation meets
Bridges of Madison County
I never noticed before
The two leading ladies
In my two favorite films
Have a hole in their heart
A hole they are trying to fix
A band aid to take the pain away
One newly wed and one middle-aged
And I can feel their pain because
I have felt it, can empathize
I have had a hole in my heart
That only writing can fill
Charlotte don’t go!
Meet Francesco
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/10/19/just-like-honey/
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/11/21/love-theme/
Happy 13 years married today!
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Hand-written
I wrote a letter to my love
And sprayed it all with scent
Poor letter though did not go well
For hand write could not be read
He tried his best, he really did
It’s not his fault at all
So after hours, minutes, days and nights
A phone call I received
To thank me for the letter sweet
Even though it made no sense
He tried to make out all the words
But could I read it back to him?
To Not Kill
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Agree to Disagree.”
I have a friend
We disagree on almost everything
But most of all we disagree
On life and parenting
To keep the peace and a friend
I practice tact, diplomacy
So instead of going for the kill
I’ve learnt to be quite still
Brain Power Haiku
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brain Power.”
If my brain unlocked
Quite suddenly, leaving me
Speechless, I would find
Myself wanting to
Write about it, but without
More time, I could not
Weaving Words
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”
The dedicated words which writers use
Are weaved together to inform
To resonate or to amuse
Stories and poems and fiction and tales
Gifts to the world from those who would write
To offer company or perhaps to fix any ails
So if you be lonely and need something to do
And have some time, a few minutes to spare
Pick up a book and read, any closest to you
First line taken from pg 82 line 3 of
Shakespeare The Sonnets
Life is Random
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”
During the middle of one
Dark, arbitrary, random night
When insonnia took hold
And sleep was nowhere to be found
I googled images and counted them
And the eleventh image
That appeared into view
Was words of wisdom
Explaining so prophetically
That ‘life is random’
And I do concur
For everything in my life so far
Has happened so very randomly
It’s all random, people
I am random
You are random
We are all random
Yay us!
Image source: http://storyabout.net/lab/
Heads in the Sand
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bone of Contention.”
There is no cause
No need to fear
Of what the world holds dear
For climate change has no effect
On life on earth down here
Naught we can do
No steps to take
To try and halt the harm
So let us continue and ignore
The effects of change so far
White Child in Africa
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me Ishmael.”
I think I first realized something was wrong when our nextdoor neighbour, oom Piet Oberholzer, was murdered
I was about six years old then, and I never will forget when I realized
The perils of being a child of Africa would soon out-way the joys
Of being alive under the African sky
I knew in my heart that a choice would need to be made
One day of choosing to stay or to go
As fate would have it, when the day came to choose
I packed my bags, and with sadness in my heart
I left
First line extracted from the first line of Peter Godwin’s Mukiwa – A White Boy in Africa
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