Day 6
Words can serve as bars
Against our truest sense of
The tenderest heart.
Computer disconnect
From internet, from printer.
Reconnect to life.
Day 7
Short note from Peter
One line, on an index card -
Means the world to me
Day 8
John likes the “cobwebs,”
The spiders just-right creepy.
Boo-tiful décor!
Thank you, Linda G!
Thanks, Hilary & Michael!
Blessed by such friends.
Rich autumn colors –
Russet, orange, gold, red, green.
Fall uplifts my soul.
Great striding fugue
Voices lift in
glorias -
Divine connectors.
Rennie bites my leg;
Look at the clock – too early.
He is basement-bound!
Day 9
Workshops on success
Are too expensive to take.
Bitter irony
As Life’s dancers dance;
Its writers write their stories
They must what they must.
It’s always my choice:
To sing out my writer’s voice,
Or put it on mute.
Blown into bubbles
Waiting to be burst with
one –
“Mediocrity.”
Who is ever sure
Their writing echoes their voice,
Or distorts, or mutes?
Day 10
Splashes of water
Revive my skin, my spirit
Hot shower rapture!!
Day 11
the glow of her face
soaking in Barbara’s song –
a moment of joy
seems that I’m called
to craft such moments of joy.
non-trad senior care.
cuts two ways with them
singer & her audience;
bliss flows back & forth.
Day 12
Here come Frankenstorm!
How to ride out a HUGE storm?
Sump pump’s a good start!
Day 13
Overcast morning,
Brilliant leaves against grey gloom;
Awaiting what comes.
Awaiting what comes.
Day 14
Lost another friend
Feathers ruffled by my words
Why not just rebut?
Day 15
Hidden wounds undone
Thoughtless words pierce like arrows
Childless heart implodes.
Day 16
Lakota sits, still.
Calm, centered, atop his box.
Zen Cat #2.
Day 17
Hum drifts on a breeze
Warm lights in a neighbor’s house
Sweet generator
Day 18
Gryf & Sky, asleep
Snugged by & on me, trusting
Light hand on warm fur
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