Today’s rant: Mid-life crisis
Many times in my blog, I’ve cited one painful fact: When I turned 25, I was quite mature…for a 13 year old. When I turned 40, I believed I looked 20 and was… Continue reading
Many times in my blog, I’ve cited one painful fact: When I turned 25, I was quite mature…for a 13 year old. When I turned 40, I believed I looked 20 and was… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/07/18/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-105-peace-happiness/ Etheree Poetry – Syllabic Pattern: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, Rhyme: None <(o)><(o)> May we learn from nature to savor our momentary peace, finding happiness in everyday acts of… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/05/02/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-95-landscape-homes/ <_><_><_> This week I think I’ll tackle the following monster: Etheree Poetry – Syllabic Pattern: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, Rhyme: None Dream of your palaces, dresses of silk, flowing across… Continue reading
If you want to participate, here’s the link: https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/04/25/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-94-moon-romance <_><_><_> Romance simmering mysterious moonlit skies shimmering brightly. We long for passing moments, shadows never cast again.
I’d like to discuss the word “love.” As the most overused 4-letter word, it creates the greatest discomfort among those words deemed unmentionable in polite company. When used in the wrong context, anything from… Continue reading
Originally published October 19, 2014. October 19, 1973, I married the man who would become the love of my life. Above is a picture of my son and husband, taken in 1980,… Continue reading
“Mama, it looks like a horse on fire,” little Jeffrey said, pulling at his mother’s shirt. “Can’t we help him? Please?” “It’s only a cloud, sweetie pie,” she said. His little arms wrapped… Continue reading
Hope pleads with you…stay. Strength knows how to walk away when love’s flower dies. ©Joelle LeGendre
Love, perfume of life, lost in the lust for power, lingers our senses.