Walking through life knowing deep in my soul where I was meant to be Thoughts and actions not those of the pack I could clearly see
I did not understand the path for my journey Instinctively, I would arrive It was as if I were acting in a play, and the final scene I would contrive
Heights of happiness Depths of depression Wondering what I’d become Confused by the wait Never giving up hope Knowing what would come
At times despairing Thinking I might be wrong Just another lost soul With age comes serenity and needed patience Waiting for the perfect role
See it and believe it Visualize it, breathe it Imagine it and it will be mine Have I lived this life before? Knowing fulfillment or did I just see the sign?
Today’s prompt is based in a poem by Larry Levis called “The Two Trees.” It is a poem that seems to meander, full of little digressions, odd bits of information, but fundamentally, it is a poem that takes time. I’d like to challenge you to write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time.
Linda made a reference to her son and that he should read about history. Here is a Gary Larson cartoon to give your children a history lesson! Hope it will give you a laugh and lift you over the hump! Have a great day!
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I’ve pranked, and have been pranked, more times than you can shake a stick! It’s all fun and games when you are young and it can seem harmless. However, as you get older, you realize that for the elderly it can be quite scary, and in some cases, dangerous. It is also worth noting, sadly, that fear of April 1st is very real for many. I saw different phobia names for it online and some interesting and colorful history of April Fool’s day. You can check it out here and believe what you will.
Locked in by his fear Too scared to leave his abode. The fool on the hill
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting at D'Verse Poets tonight and she has prompted us with April Fool's Day for Haibun Monday
Good morning! Jim Adam’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is “Record/Juke Box/DJ/Radio.”
I chose one from Corinne Bailey Rae, a favorite artist of mine, called “Put Your Records On”. I hope you enjoy it.
Have a great Sunday!
Lyrics Put Your Records On Corinne Bailey Rae Three little birds sat on my window And they told me I don't need to worry Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet Little girls, double-dutch on the concrete
Maybe sometimes we got it wrong, but it's all right The more things seems to change, the more they stay the same Ooo, don't you hesitate
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely Sipping tea in the bar by the road side (Just relax, just relax) Don't you let those other boys fool you Gotta love that Afro hairdo
Maybe sometimes we feel afraid, but it's all right The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Just more than I could take Pity for pity's sake Some nights kept me awake I thought that I was stronger When you gonna realize that you don't even have to try any longer? Do what you want to
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song You go ahead, let your hair down Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down Ooo, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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