A Net Full of Butterflies

(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

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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 …

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Linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Change Hosted by Sumana
Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

One thing is certain and I am sure of it that life is  full of uncertainties if you are breathing then you have learned  this as well change is inevitable it happens effortlessly like slipping in the rain or spilling popcorn

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It is said that the present is pregnant with the future.  ~Voltaire

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"Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud." ~Hermann Hesse

You know the old saying? "Children are to be seen, and not heard.", as a child I heard that line more times than I care to admit.   There was a certain expectation then of children.  A respect that needed no words only a look that spoke volumes of dismay with one stone hard glance.   There are certain silences that move through years like time travelers, whispering in our ear and telling us what to think and what to do for years to come.  Being the daughter of the time of silence, I have spent my entire adulthood trying to be heard.  The following is my contribution to Poets United's Midweek Motif ~Conversation Come join us! 


I learned to sing at a young age sitting on the bus carrying my voice  loud and strong  against the loud  engine of the bus no one was listening only bugs that flew in  the open window  at my seat it was  a wonderful feeling to belt out a tune with my ow…

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Linking with Imaginary Gardens for Hannah's "Transforming with Nature's Wonders" prompt.
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The Mountains Speak to Me,

Hush city
Let my heart follow where it will
to the tallest mountains and the river's rill
You see
my soul has already wed nature's call
where feet may wander and may also fall
like lonely hearts that search the shore
and always leave wanting more
Sshhhh
no city block can fill the void
nor lure me in to it's inner noise
for I was betrothed at a tender time
to take a path that leads to a mountain pine
where the sky reins and trees abound
a place where birds follow and know the sound
hush
can you hear it?
I can.......
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