Endure-a haiku

Hope sighs, to beg life

Allows sunlight through branches

Clearing a lost way




If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm. ~Mahatma Gandhi






Curious enough to throw out writing questions…

Until these past 6 months, I had never really taken my writing seriously. (Not that I am now, either! :D)

This community of writers and bloggers(you!) have been so fantastic to me and my writing self esteem. I feel happy when I write now, does that sound silly? It kind of read silly to me there!    I really must say thank you to each of you who has taken time to comment,  like, take the time to introduce themselves and encourage.  I would have never discovered this artistic outlet and I definitely don’t believe I would have ever nurtured my writing without you!

Big hugs* for you all!


So here are my questions if you will tolerate me on this ramble that I know is coming.  It is on writing styles.

Myself, I have been writing a lot of poetry.  I let the words chose me and don’t take time to plan out a structure other than syllable counts or whether a word rhymes to another or not.   I just let words flow.

In fact, I rarely could quote one of my poems back to you a week after I have written it, and in a few instances, I have been astonished to go back and read the things that I have written in the past 6 months. There have been moments that I can’t believe ‘I’ actually chose certain words with a dormant cleverness and wrote them.  I almost impress myself at times by it. ( I hate to use these words because it sounds so boastful and I’m trying to do anything but be egotistical.)

So with my comfort of writing poetry and short stories, it has tickled my brain to do more, and to push for more.

I have been toying around with writing a story that is in my head. It’s been there for sometime.

But I’m afraid.

I’m afraid I will ‘un-impress’ myself and lose this happy high that I get these days from creating and getting those trapped words out of my head into poetry. I’m afraid I will reach for something I have no right reaching for and ruin what I do have going for me.

I don’t know if I should write out an outline for my story?  Or if I should just do like I do with my poetry,and let the words flow and see where it takes me?  Or should I just leave it be and focus on poetry?

For those of you who have written novels, what are your suggestions and tips? How organized do I need to be? How do you keep yourself focused to keep going? I’m so use to penning a poem or short story in an hour, not sure if I could keep the midnight oil burning?  (I’m also afraid I don’t have what it takes to stay dedicated to something that will take months to finish.)

Yes, I know I will never know if I don’t give it a try. But I would like feed back and guidance from your experiences.

Yeah, okay, I’m done. I’m un-impressing myself with this ramble fest! 😀 I’m such a dork!






The Creek



Through ancestral woods exploring, I found a creek today

It was well hidden, but I was led to it by soft mossy pathway

Unable to resist the temptation to feel it’s wetness on my skin

I stepped into its shallows and I felt the magic begin

Cool clear water delights my toes

As it’s eddied memories slowly past me flow

Remembered knowledge of my brief youth

Startle me with its echoing truth

I’ve grown so ignorant in my advancing age

Or perhaps, gone numb with each years turning page

I’ve ignored the genius of my young innocence

Instead I’ve adopted a burnt char of exhausted brittleness

I’ve been looking so long, at all the wrong solutions

While muddying my name with a society’s pollutions

Now feeling the water carry away the dark energy toxins

Moisturizing my center, I can now see my options

If I could only stay here and in the water play

Let it hydrate me clean, and wear weary troubles away

I might be able to touch the little child, that’s inside me hid

Let her teach me my old ways, the ones before that I had forbid

And then with rapid clarity, and a sure certainty of truth

I realized this is the secret, I had in fact discovered the fountain of youth

It’s not a actual potion, or a hidden wishing well

It’s a feeling you capture inside, a remembrance, that’s the magic spell

We stay young through our heart, not though someone else’s eyes

But it’s with a unguarded child’s grace, that we are immortalized














Tree of Life

Originally posted on My Trending Stories 7.6.16
(Disney’s Tree of Life)


The tree of life

Takes as it gives

Ancestrial roots

That time forgives


Gathered in sustenance

Yin verses yang of time

Growing shade for shelter

Roots strengthen lifetimes


We water it’s knowledge

Waxed thoughts nostalgic

Bringing in new growth

Branching offspring magic


It’s where we are from

That we reflect at the end

Remembering our lessons

And love of our kin






Classic Style

It had been moments, Almost too long  (note the ‘s’)

She had not noticed, The grin of pavement

The buoyancy, Of lighter feet

Or how, even?

But happiness, Has once again

Nested inside her.


Nothing changed, Except her

Again, nothing.

She had found peace, While searching

For remnants, Of fabric

Long gone vintage

Or rather, It had found her.


She discovered, her material

Made of the Highest quality

Built to be versatile, Multi-purpose

Was of a lasting worth,


It exemplified class



It was the extract of survivor’s,

Not of a victim’s.

Learning to evolve

Learning to grow

Learning to be happy

Without sacrificing

Her authenticity

It was classic style-

her smile

And it lit up the world











Originally posted on My Trending Stories


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(ERP, NC sunset 6.28.16)


Watch me morph into cherished sunrise,

From the discarded thoughts that plaited the skies.

Breathe translucent jeweled consciousness into your expanding lungs,

Heart healed hopeful, spilling with new lyrics unsung.

This is the genesis dawn of your enlightened days,

Euphoria you emanate, sweeps the world in your glorious rays.

Set kind example, and lead with your bright shining hearts,

The Universe recognizes this unity as its harmonious counterparts.

Synchronicity moves simultaneously in the moon, sun and stars,

With gravity anchoring this Aquarius new age rebirth to justly be ours.