From My Window

From my window, what can be seen? Freshly mowed lawns, a blanket of green. Billowy branches of myriad trees Lazily loll in a summery breeze Suburban houses stand in a row Windows like eyes, what do they know? A car whizzes past to the end of the street Birds flutter by with a chirrupy tweet Telegraph...

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Imagination

With my imagination I can behold Mysteries, stories, tales to be told Search through the archives of my mind Ask probing questions, transcend time I'm sitting, just staring, so it would seem Dreaming things that make my eyes gleam Thinking up magical words to create Making up characters, deciding their fate Lost in the wonder of words I discover Finding a rhythm, then writing another Sitting...

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If Toys Had Feelings

It's another fabulous Friday! I'm joining in again for Friday Reflections with a lovely little poem based on the prompt: If toys had feelings. Write a post or story and get creative!  IF TOYS HAD FEELINGS If toys had feelings, they'd hate the toy box Barbie would emerge, shaking her...

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Where do I begin?

Beginnings are HARD. Image credit: https://www.loishermann.com/year-new-beginnings/ Writing one for this post is proving to be problematic. It's Monday (a bit of the old Captain Obvious there) and the beginning of another week full of exciting things. Using exciting in the sense of...

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War! What Is It Good For?

Hello there. Anzac Day is upon us. While I've never actually attended a dawn service, I do have some very deep thoughts regarding war, and have had ever since I was a little girl. In fact, I wrote a poem about it, when I was a mere ten years old. It is truly heartfelt. That, or just...

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