Day 21 — OctWriPoMo — Nothing Remains the Same

image taken at Gilmore Car Museum at Hickory Corners After so many paralyzing ruminations, yet Before being able to talk myself out of action Came the revelation that I can Do whatever I choose as a path on this Earth.  That well-worn, logical options aren’t always the best. Fear, the consummate servant of the psyche…

Day 20 — OctWriPoMo — Jones

Little house big trees On a city’s main artery Sons long gone Neighbor’s son Growing from brat To freak Fence graffiti weekly Time to move on   PATIENT Realtor Websites SWMRIC Showings Drive-bys Tours Bids Repeat Repeat Repeat Years Resignation   Then…. Swmric HIT Not far Jumped in the car Drive…. Stop Window tour Back…

Day 19 — Oct WriPoMo — A Mother’s Dream

image link With black furry paws and retractable claws a vixen fashioned a place of twigs and fur beneath two rocks, a warm and protected space.   A vixen’s curled in her cozy den when the bays of the hounds come close again.   She snuggles her kits close and shivers, not with cold. She…

Day 17 — OctWriPoMo — Peacock and Butterfly

image link The challenge was to write a poem/story with no more than a total of 50 different words used.  I counted 53 total.  It was fun. You have heard the story of the croc and clock, But have you heard the story of the butterfly and peacock? Molly and Polly went walking one day…

Day 16 –OctWriPoMo — The Next Life

image link Quite the list of things that go bump in the night. For a person who feels like the Wonder Woman of trauma survivors there sure are a lot of them left.   OK, here’s one: fear of showing fear. Back in the day, showing fear was carte blanche to the abuser. There shall…

Day 15 — OctWriMoPo — Cog

It’s 4:15, time to leave, to pick up kids who need rides, to services, just like every Tuesday.   Starting to shut things down, getting my desk in order; my boss appears at the entrance to my cubicle.   “It’s time for your annual review.”   Oh really, you never even gave me one last…

Day 14 — OctWriPoMo — This Place

image link At the earth’s edge there is water, and from water we see the earth. Two elements, united by the wind. Congregated by amorphous clouds is the infinite blueness of the sky. The majesty sets our minds on fire.   At sunset is the gleaming brilliance of fire. Red lights the ripples of dark…