She squealed in delight
A little piece of cheese in sight
Resisting with all her might
But not tonight!
Crumbles fell to the floor
A taste she does adore
Nutty and sweet monte amore
All she wants is just a little more
She scrunched her nose and made a squeak
Slowly she became a mouse, so to speak.
Inspired by my recent adoration of aged cheddar cheese! 🧀
I used to love making things beautiful
Now, I just want to survive my day.
I wish my world were still filled with finesse
But you see, I am overwhelmed by this mess.
Still, I try to make things lovely and nice,
Baking sweet things with sugar and spice.
Clearing shelves and setting out decor,
But for some reason, it doesn’t sparkle like before.
I keep hoping for the magic to return.
Until it does, I’ll fake this smile and carry on.
Sunlight streamed through a paned window
Westward facing, afternoon rays brought heat.
Padded feet plodded down the hall,
The glow brought him from the shadows.
Making a circle, he softly purred in delight.
Flopping down, his dark fur danced,
Sun shimmered in his blue eyes.
He soaked it all in, this was his moment,
His moment in the sun, belly up.
Tortured souls, we are, tangled in this world
Wanting a way out, wanting to fix it all
Never knowing whether to stay or go
Is our time to soar approaching in the challenge
Or are we breaking under never ending weight
Pulled apart bit by bit, smashed upon the rocks
Until we’re nothing more than stardust carried in the wind
A familiar storyline played out
Every evening on Hallmark
Especially at Christmas.
A woman on the edge of her success
Or pushed to the end of her wits
Her vision is cleared to take a different path.
Does life actually unfold this way,
When we are on the precipice?
If only there were a clear sign
On which path we should take.
Instead we spin, struggle, and fret.
Why can’t life be more clear?
Why can’t it be so obvious,
So simple as a Hallmark movie?
Rows upon rows, green leaves of three,
The tick tick tick of sprinklers quench their thirst.
Full sun feeds them as does the sandy dirt below.
A white clapboard home sits along side,
A welcoming wrap around porch awaits.
A pair of rockers sway a bit as
The lace sheers flutter in and out.
The open windows invite the breeze.
From inside, she sips her tea,
Happy in this dream she’s built.
Strawberry fields bring her peace.
Wishing for a simpler life,
A life with time to finish tasks
Without rushing off to tackle the next
Time to watch the sun rise
Time to watch the sun set
No more burning of the midnight oil.
Sleeping in and cuddling
with my love and my pets.
Time to water the plants,
and watch them grow,
Then harvesting fruits of my labor
Instead of pouring through this drivel,
Fixing mistakes and redirecting
Wondering why documents are gone
And knowledge is lost or simply not there;
Too much overload and stress
With no goal in sight;
Ready, I’m ready for a simpler life.
Rich earth and gritty sand,
Swirled together to make the land,
Quick to drain, moisture holds,
Roots dive deep, grow bold.
Leaves of three, flowers of white,
Stalks green and bright.
May your berries be oh so sweet,
Florida perfect winter treat.
The page on the calendar turns,
The scene shifts from summery delights.
Shelves loaded with pumpkin and spice
Greet frenzied shoppers thirsty for relief.
Finally, heat gives way just enough
Giving just a glimpse of drier cooler air.
Inspired to decorate overcomes,
Leaves, gourds, and acorns are bountiful.
Funny how a cooler season makes us warm up;
Bring on sleeves and more! Ber! Is Here!
I’m the evil one in someone’s story. The other one they blame. Life is rushed, time is precious, quick answers are not meant to be “short.”
They held it in, never asking for clarification, perhaps not wanting to understand. Not realizing how highly in regard they were held.
Instead, they lash out at the end, citing events they never discussed. Never wanting the details, only focused on themselves. Not understanding the tears, confusion, and anxiety they caused me at the end.
I feel betrayed. I feel so misunderstood. A simple conversation would have eased the issues which they cited.
But above this, I feel sad. Someone in this world needs me to be the evil one in their story. I never want to be in this place, but I will carry it for them and wish them well as they move on. And hope they find what they need.
Dawn Renee Writes 