An abundance can obscure the quality of something plain.
Author: val
Hey! what can I say? ...I love words.
A room without empathy
In the middle of a gigantic room sat a table filled with delicious food and beverages. On one side of the room there was a group of starving people without arms. On the other side of the room there was a group of starving people with arms but no legs. The group with arms but … Continue reading A room without empathy
Focused
What seems impossible becomes possible, when the possibilities are worth the effort. What seems like an end becomes a beginning, when a fresh start is implemented. What seems vague becomes clear, when one’s vision is focused.
Grasp
Fingers, thirsting for the grip of any writing apparatus, are at the mercy of pain relievers and a strong sense of endurance. A healthy aptitude pales in the sight of anguish. Deprived members, constantly flexing with purpose, are willing but unable to cope. Woe to a future void of passion. Woe to me if I … Continue reading Grasp
Writing
Writing comes easy while it runs through my mind. Oh, the excitement when trying to find a pen. Thoughts scream to situate themselves on paper. If only I could find something to write with. With pen to paper my words now appear only for editors to have their way with them and publishers to … Continue reading Writing
On Average
Innocent in nature; destructive by life; Governed by needs; fertile by vice. Good versus evil ironically stressed; Sometimes okay but hard to digest.
The Wind Chime
A puff of wind interrupted my thought, as it rushed to join a wind chime. A musical flair into the air it brought, to settle at a perfect time. Ever so gently it brushed my cheek, before joining the song of the chime. A dangling sculpture the wind made speak to an awaiting summertime.
Alzheimer’s
Often confused on a familiar journey. Routine becomes a challenge. Simple directions disperse in my brain. Clarification leaves me tired. Unfamiliar faces are speaking too fast Words perhaps meant for me. I struggle to grasp each floating word. Confusion leaves me guessing. Will time lend itself And aid with my direction Or run out before … Continue reading Alzheimer’s
BLIND DATE
Who said, “I never met a man I didn’t like”? Not me, because one appeared at my door last night. He arrived an hour early, not wise for a blind date. The flowers that he gave me were cheap and clearly fake. “These will last forever,” his voice softly said. Thoughts of getting rid … Continue reading BLIND DATE
Elementary
A pair of brown shoes. A basic black dress, an uncomplicated "Yes." A fat hamburger. A few French-fries, a good old, Cracker jack prize. Buttered popcorn. A cool picture show, eating a bit of cookie dough. A good friend. A down-to-earth joke, a cold bottle of classic coke. A paperback book. A time to unwind Enjoying … Continue reading Elementary
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