The Dance Floor

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Bits of Inspiration ~ Keep Dancing

Imagined by Susie 

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How can we know the dancer from the dance? ~William Butler Yeats

Sometimes humanity resembles the dancers on a dance floor;

each busily perfecting their moves,

never seeing passed their own steps,

hoping to impress

all the others...

but it is in vain...

for all the others

are doing the same.

Rising Above

The tides are in our veins. ~Robinson Jeffers

Linking with Poet United for Midweek Motif ~Flood  hosted by Susan (Thank you Susan)



One morning in April of 2016, I woke up to look out the window and find that my apartment was in the middle of a lake.  Good thing I can swim was not my first thought...suddenly me and sailors could speak the same language and I am not talking about ship terms.  My car was in the rising waters and there was no saving it.  After a couple of days of being trapped and unable to leave on wheels there was an evacuation.

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The good news is: 

after applying for FEMA help

being declined

appealing and trying again

because I don't give up easily

I finally was approved

and got help to purchase a car

after 6 months of a lot of walking 

and waiting for rides.

What did I learn from this?

Well, first of all it pays 

to not give up.

When a door closes

God opens a window.

Sometimes hardships

can turn out to be 

blessings in disguise.

No matter how bad 

you think you have it

there is someone else 

out there with a worse situation.
When tough times hit
people are usually very kind and giving

The lovely thing was that we met 

neighbors that we would never have

seen otherwise.

Now here is my poem for the prompt:

Rising Above

but

I am Always Thirsty,

My mother always said "don't drink
any more before bed"
but I was always thirsty
and had chocolate milk instead
my life has been a flood of lessons
some learned some not
and when it rains it pours
and when it's dry
well it's just plain hot
and one thing I have learned through time
is this
love and sustenance are a constant fix
for me there is a close correlation between
water and men 

sometimes they are a disaster at my door
but I sure can't live without them

and because of my deep seeded need for love

I always keep coming back for more

one drink is never enough

gotta have 8 glasses of water a day

to stay healthy that is what 

the doctor's say

but sometimes I wake up
to a flood at my door
and I wish I had listened
to my mother more!

Author's Note:
The only floods truly at my door are totally rain related. :-)

A Story to Tell

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Weekend Mini Challenge: "Out of Your Own Words"

Imagined by Magaly Guerrero

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What a seagull never told you about why he flies away is the farther up you fly the broader the view you get of the shore you left behind.
Nature tells a story that one can hear loud and clear
but it is a message that cannot be heard with ears
it rings out through the flight of geese
that know when  it is the time to leave
it whispers with the current that carries man's debris
that heads to bigger waters floating to the sea
it's voice rises in the floods occuring on busy streets
because man would rather have a parking lot
than grass and tall strong trees
you see nature tells a story that belts out like a song
and if we truly listen we will know there is something wrong.



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It is like nature is trying to call us from a cell phone and we are unable to truly hear....
so nature moves a little forward and says...
"can you hear me now?"

Sojourn

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the prompt "writing unseen" 

imagined by Isadora 

" You don't have a soul.  You are a soul.  You have a body."

~ C. S. Lewis

Our bodies are a bed and breakfast lodge for a soul

 that has places to go

we sometimes forget their presence 

because they are the quietest of guests

treading down the innermost halls

preparing for a trip

with no plans to stay at all

so we attempt to keep up the cottage and

we fluff the pillows and smooth the sheets

but the soul doesn't eat a big breakfast

and never needs too much sleep

prolonging it's stay is futile

for it has plans we cannot conceive 

if one looks with scientific eyes

they won't see past the amenities

but if we simply close them

and search within the confines of our heart

we will find there is something bigger

than this world could ever impart...

so I say to the world of traveling souls

and that means you and that means me to

have a little faith

and we'll leave the light on for you.

Life is Poetic

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A poet swallows life and exhales painted words. ~Terri Guillemets

Ssshhhhhh

(Carrie's spot at the library circulation desk)

Linking with Imaginary Gardens 

for Bits of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art

brought to you and imagined by Susie Clevenger

Silence was never written down.  ~Italian Proverb

I spend most of my time at work

sitting at a circulation desk where

people check out books

and pay late fees

discussing their day 

and their favorite 

series or author

while children laugh

and young adults 

and old ones as well

talk on their cell phone

as if they are home

for some we are

a home away

from home

we have snacks

people eat

kids run around 

and play while

their parents

are on the computer

oblivious to

their surroundings

and.....

yes libraries

are supposed to be

quiet

but

they are not...

we serve a community

where there are more needs

than just studying for a test

or looking up information

some need air conditioning

others want the internet

having important information

to print out

and then there are the

ones that want a great book

either way

there is a need to be met

and customer service is the

backbone of my career 

I am here to serve

in noise and in quiet

and I love it either way!

Now here is my actual poem for the prompt:

If silence could speak it would whisper ssshhhh

I would elbow it softly and suggest

something a little more assertive 

like shuuuut uuuup

or how about a mean glare

but silence would not listen

because silence is way too polite for that

and it does have a mind of it's own

you see silence is an old friend of mine

and we go way back

we have been through so much together

in my times of great loneliness 

it taught me the art of pondering 

life's questions and writing poetry

at night it was always close by

to listen with no judgement

there have been those that 

have shunned my dear friend

considering it empty

with nothing to truly offer

but I disagree 

it is a priceless gift

that I have learned to love

throughout the years

you see

silence

 truly is

golden to me!

A Mad Scientist with Words

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If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet,

then you must write it. 

~Toni Morrison


Stories.....
we all have one....
some love printed ones...
others have a favorite....
and we all enjoy to have one read to us when we are a child.
But in the course of things, some of us remain readers and others become writers.
I am not sure what triggers the difference.  Does a writer just have so much they want to say to the world that they have no choice in the matter?
I only know that when I was a child writing gave me 

a certain peace.
As an adult, writing went on the back burner for a long while, raising small children and learning to be on my own, however one day I decided to carry on.
I picked up a pen and a note pad and turned into a mad scientist with words. Most of my waking moments I spent dwelling on ideas and thoughts that I wanted to write into poetry.  I cleaned houses for a living and would jot notes on the job and I kept a journal with me most of the time.
Many years have passed since that time, and many things have changed in my life- marriages, homes, jobs- but one thing has not changed, my love of writing.