I write every day for at least 20 minutes. Or, at least, I set aside 20 minutes a day to write. Sometimes there’s a tad more day dreaming or Facebooking than actual writing. At any rate, I fill up little notebooks fairly quickly at that rate. I usually go through those notebooks to fill up this blog. I figure as long as I have thoughts written down in the books I’ll keep up this blog even though I don’t get a lot of views. Sometimes when I go to the books to fill in my little blog the pickins are a bit slim. Not every thought is worth sharing. Continue reading
I wrote this poem awhile ago and couldn’t get it quite right. It’s not my favorite but I like the story so I’m sharing it anyway. It’s what I call a snapshot poem where I try to use words to capture a moment. Here’s the moment: I accompanied my 82 year old father to the funeral of his first grade teacher. Her name really was Ms. Necessary and I thought with a name like that I needed to write something. Ms. Necessary ended up marrying and no longer was (I have to write it) Necessary. But for my dad she always was Ms. Necessary.
Dear Ms. Necessary’s
Reliance first grade class
was not her first time teaching
but it was far from her last. Continue reading
I went for a walk and pondered some things. Continue reading
Growing up I remember hearing the old people talk about the ‘good ol’ days.’ They were referring to a pre-ck time known as the 50’s and 60’s. How sad that they couldn’t or wouldn’t move into modern times. I would probably just call them old and out of touch in my head, roll my eyes, and tune out. A vacant stare usually accompanied all this action. Continue reading
Oh, give me routine!
I need it to cope
or survive. Continue reading
Here are a couple of assumptions for this piece:
- Most of us have room for improvement even with our most skilled abilities and talents.
- With the exception of a few prodigies most of us better ourselves line upon line, grace by grace. We may show a flair or talent for a particular skill or ability but every person ascends up a particular path with experience.
“Does that startle you?” he asked with a smirk on his tiny lips. Continue reading