Saturday, March 30, 2013

Broken

"On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."

Today's prompt: Broken

And the little boy sleeps.

Sweetly.

Knows nothing of this world

My brokenness

Just the sweet sound of rest

Someday he will be a man

It'll flash through my mind,

His first christmas

His first day of school

His big exam

The moment he receives his diploma

The day he marries

He'll know of My constant sadness

He'll know me.

But for now,

He sleeps

and I am.. perfect.



Friday, March 22, 2013

Remember

"On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."

Today's prompt: REMEMBER

It's a new day
I am disengaging with my old self
It’s been a fun wild exciting ride.
It’s been a trying, heartbreaking, knock out climb.
Stop trying to fight the now

All the things I’ve needed, I have.
All I’ve ever wanted is here…

I need new eyes to see them.

I am Oedipus the King
Gouging my eyes out
With pins that hold up
My dead mother.


 

See with my heart
Love with my hands
Soothe with my words.
I remember too much of the past
I hold everyone accountable
For the things they no longer do
For the people they no longer are.

Forgetfullness – an amazing gift
A blessed curse

 

Friday, March 15, 2013

REST

"On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."

Today's prompt: Rest

It was a beautiful Friday afternoon: I got my hair cut. I went to lunch at a lovely greek restaurant. My man and I watched a movie and took a little nap. It's a glorious beautiful day when I went to pick up my boy at school. We took a nice walk around the neighborhood. He and daddy are sitting in the living room playing with trains and tracks and it's a beautiful day of rest. Moments like these I need to remember. They need to sustain me when life is rough and the battle rages. For this moment, I try to be here.. now.