I refuse to use the grey mug sitting in the corner of the room. I glance over in its direction and watch it staring at me…
It’s an encouraging starting point, a way to help you organize, and an inspiring task crafted to lure the average writer out to do what they love best—write.
And as we all age
the new life shows signs
of thinking like you
when you were that age too.
You are the life blood.
The necessary pieces
that help us put together
who we are
and where we come from.
The mother of mothers,
The head of the family’s state,
You’re the first to tell
The last to judge
And the one who first set our fate.
Taking on the poetry challenge, #OctPoWriMo again. Here’s the first poem: Rose Bushes.
My blog wasn’t always updated regularly, and I was getting called out on it. However, I appreciated that my friend was concerned about me taking the time to write.
There were no awards given out at some beautiful ceremony, or trophies sitting high on top of pillars with my name engraved in the gold colored…
OctPoWriMo Day 28: If The Sun Never Rose Again A dark heavy blanket lies over the land, and the bright white lights that shine through its…
A loud crash of boxes startles me and my heart skips a beat. I notice that the alarming sound has come from the closet that I…