Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos

April 22, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 14 Comments

Gadgets and gizmos,
trinkets with silvery trims,
these were the things
that were most important to him.

The old, cranberry carpet
was forever threadbare,
but that was no worry
because daddy didn’t care.

His only real concern
were his shiny new toys,
and when mama would yell,
he’d just block out the noise.

The house was rather unkempt
and in dire need of repair,
but my dear old dad,
he never did despair.

He’d just shrug his shoulders,
in his nonchalant way, because
there was nothing he loved more
than all his junk and disarray.

I think mama finally gave up
cause she knew she’d never win.
Nobody could ever change him;
it’s just the way he’s always been.

I guess I’m secretly proud
that he never gave in.
I think people should stay true
to their passions within.

There’s no telling who he’d be
if mama had had her way,
and I surely wouldn’t be
the person I am today.

So thank you, Dad,
for being true to who you are.
I still love you so very much,
even from afar.

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Writing prompt: Cranberry shag carpet and glinting gizmos

Succulent sisters and blazing blisters

April 21, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 3 Comments

Juicy disasters
Just waiting to be plastered
Some hearts never heal

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Writing prompts: Succulent sisters and blazing blisters

Puffed pastries and bric-a-brac

April 10, 2021April 10, 2021 ~ ~M ~ Leave a comment

Familiar chapters
The lifestyles we all once knew
Alas gone from view

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Writing prompt: Puffed pastries and bric-a-brac

Self-preservation

March 22, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 17 Comments

I’ve been trying inside to heal
Trying less and less to feel
Having the sudden notion
To shut down every emotion
Slipping farther n farther away
Into the great and vast array
Sitting pretty, proud, and poised
Blocking out the senseless noise
Giving up the pointless need
To let others see me bleed
My pen and paper are enough
No need for feelings on my cuff
This world needn’t know
Where all my sorrows go
With nobody standing in my way
I’ll stand tall for another day
Lips pursed and fists held tight
They’ll never know my inner fight

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Something to cling to…

March 18, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 73 Comments

Amid the chaos
of our cluttered world,
sometimes we have only
but a past moment,
something distinctly different
from all the other colorless days.
And that one solitary moment,
the one we treasure
with fondness and love
gives us something to cling to
when we can no longer see
a single thread of light.
Those rare moments exist
to reassure us during the times
when the dark dares
to snuff out our light.
That one blessed memory
is often what unexpectedly
sees us through.