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In memory of Emmitt Till, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, and too many others.
If this poem resonates with you, please post of your compassion and tag me or leave a comment so I can be filled up with your words Or, feel free to share this one.
🖤❤️
In memory of Emmitt Till, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, and too many others.
If this poem resonates with you, please post of your compassion and tag me or leave a comment so I can be filled up with your words Or, feel free to share this one.
“They settle into the seats around me
and make themselves comfortable.
They nudge, prod and poke
but I ignore them.
The memories want me
to pay them attention
to take me somewhere I’ve already been
and don’t care to go back to.
They speed me down the track
faster than this train is accustomed,
faster than I can put a stop to.”
The first memory is safe.
(Edited excerpt from No Hill for a Stepper)📕
The photo was taken a year ago during my visit to Italy.🇮🇹
I do hope, that in reality, this young woman’s memories were good ones.🙏🏽
You know how some poems you write and look back upon you just think, “oh yeah, I remember that one,” ? I wrote The Girl from Yonder several years ago but find it to be timeless and perhaps applicable to most people at one time or the other.
Now that I’m in limbo while waiting for my editor to return my manuscript, I’m writing more poetry and digging up some of the old ones. I have taken the leap into Instagram and find that, somehow, it has pushed me into a new and different form of creativity. Now, I get to do a bit of photoshop and plunk my poetry onto images! 🙂
Don’t worry, dear Word Document. I’ll be back soon enough. 🙂
… and to, metaphorically speaking, keep your headlights on and your eyes on the road ahead.
I took this photo last September while in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.
Disclaimer: No child or pet were harmed during the making of this photo. All are available on Amazon, well, not the kids or the dog. 🙂
One of “my” kids, who just turned three, had NO desire to be part of my shenanigans (smart fella). So “Cole,” my 13 year-old mini Aussie stepped in on the fly. He might be licking his chops but no, he didn’t eat Ten.
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Differing perspectives can make for plenty of challenges between people – but it’s what makes us unique.
I found this image in my old art portfolio book.
This is a quote from one of my favorite books, “The Secret Life of Bees,” by Sue Monk Kidd.
I don’t know about you, but I think we could all use a few more soft cloud-cloths these days. The rough only tumbles the soul and turns the melodies into unharmonious discord. Agree?