Daily Archives: January 23, 2012
Words
Unclear
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Tragic
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Dreams
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Fear
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Magic
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Schemes
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Fantasy
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Reflection
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Despair
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Intimacy
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Rejection
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Care
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Words
are combined
or stand alone
Definitions
have each
of their own
Used
for speaking
thoughts to convey
Written
as history
for another day
Words
should be
used much more
Communication
is lacking
like never before
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Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2012/01/thursday-poets-rally-week-61-january-25.html
Going Silly
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I thought my eyes
were going sorta silly
When I saw rising
up from a lily
Beauty of the morning
a water nymph divine
Feeling it must be
a fantasy of mine
Or playing tricks on me
could have been the light
I watched in wonder’s gaiety
as she took off in flight
Twisting and turning around
spinning cartwheels in air
She was the grandest vision
that I had seen anywhere
While I hid from sight
in the bushes tucked away
I found myself wishing
I could stay all day
But mother was calling
which the nymph heard
And so I backed up
not uttering a word
Smiling I skipped home
already planning my return
With hopes the trip would
another sighting of her earn!
Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/the-wish-jar/
Destiny Found – Haiku
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Destiny is found
Not by us looking around
Rather up instead
Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
Quintessential – A-Z Alphabet Challenge; Q-Archives
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Love
is quintessential
in description of
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God
and angels
in heaven above
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Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
Where Did I Go? – Part Four
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Once the dispatcher answered the call, Susan was transferred to speak to another person.
After explaining what she wanted, to be able to go to the shelter, the officer on the line said they would dispatch a squad car to her mother’s house to make a report and then transport her to the Woman’s Shelter.
While Susan waited for the next nerve wracking 20 minutes, since it was not an emergency they seemed to be taking forever to get there, her father entered the kitchen with a look of mild surprise and a little more than doubt in his eyes.
Susan wasn’t positive but thought she saw traces of disappointment mixed with relief in them.
“Hi dad,” she said as she stood up to hug her father, “are you surprised to see me?”
“Yeah, alive anyway. Welcome home girl!” Susan’s dad was a man of few words unless they were pulled from him in the course of a question and answer conversation. Still, though he said nothing more than that, she was sure that she had hurt him just as much as she had her mom.
Now that was a whole other story there concerning her mother. She had no qualms about saying just how she felt, sometimes with words that were carelessly chosen that left Susan with deep wounds. It was not that she thought her mom meant to do it intentionally, maybe it was just how she was raised. Her mother came from a very large family, 14 children to be exact, and grew up during the end of the depression years.
They raised chickens for eggs and meat, gardened and canned all their own canned goods, bartered and traded, etc. And with all those children, Susan felt sure, living in close quarters, there were probably times that her grandmother was short on patience and time to worry about hurt feelings as well.
After she sat back down at the table, her dad got his cup of coffee fixed and took his seat as well. ”So what are doing? You have a game plan? Where are your kids?” He had only seen her two oldest children and, other than a few pictures, not the baby.
Susan proceed to tell him what had happened thus far and what her intentions were. ”Sounds like you’ve thought this out. Are you gone for good this time? Sure you won’t go back? “
“No, dad, I won’t go back ever again!,” she answered, “If I did that, I feel certain that you two would see me in a coffin the next time. Jason’s been threatening to kill me for about the last three or four months straight and I believe that he will do it too! He said that he’s just trying to figure out how to do it without getting caught so that he can get ‘all my money’.”
“That bastard!” he replied.
“Robert!” her mother said from the sink where she was standing.
“Well he is!”, he shot back at her with a scowl on his face, “He should have been dead a long time ago.”
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Being more like a rap than a knock, Susan knew instantly that the police had arrived. Her mother went to answer it. She was grateful that the conversation had taken up her waiting time and she had not had to think of what she was about to do.
It was going to take every ounce of inner-strength that she could muster to “betray” Jason. It was something that he had drilled into her head for 15 years, loyalty – “nothing that goes on in the home is ever told outside of it” was like the mantra of her life with him.
An officer walked into the kitchen with her mother and began by saying, “What can I do for you? Dispatch said that you wanted to make a report of domestic violence and go to the shelter?”
She could barely get the words out, “Yes…”
Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
Related articles
- Where Did I Go? – Part Three (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Two (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part One (terri0729.wordpress.com)
You’re Telling Me – Monday’s Other Limerick
So you are telling me
when you I don’t see
you don’t go anywhere
and you’re still there?
That’s not even funny!
Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
Debate – Monday’s Limerick-Off
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A gal with a very full plate
sat down to hear the debate
before eating she had begun
the debate was over and done
telling people to exit the gate!
Teresa Marie 1/23/12 ©
