The river

Where are you going?

.

Rippling waves

Lap against

The worn and

Creaking

Wooden skiff

.

He does not 

Answer my

Question

Extending a hand

.

I know the exact amount

I know the payment required

.

A tarnished silver coin

Cold

Pale eyes

He looks through my soul

.

Where are you going?


I wrote this in response to The Free Revoltions Prompt Challenge! Be sure to check out the theme for Issue 2! Photo by Jack Anstey on Unsplash

Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday, May 6, 2021

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Welcome to Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday! This is the day of the week where all members of the Go Dog Go Café Community are invited to introduce a Poet or Writer they enjoy reading.

Participating is really fast and simple- in the comments below, post the link for the Home Page of the Poet/Writer you are introducing to us and tell us briefly why you think they are special.

We encourage all of you to visit these blogs (or social media pages) and get acquainted with some great new writers. You never know who you might meet. . .

Happy reading!

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For a moment

Lost

Closing my eyes

And breathing

In 

For a moment

I recalled the person,

Place and thing

That I needed to find

.

I have been awake for

Hours

And still have yet

To find a doorway

To enter

.

Ask and receive?

Where is my maker?

The night closes in

And I still have 

Oil burning in

My lamp

.

Blinking and seeing

The place

Where I’ve arrived

And I am not sure

If this

Is where I was meant to

be.


Oh the joys of living and wondering, thinking and being. I have wondered about my life lately and seeming have come up with no answers to my questions. But maybe by asking the questions, I will start to understand the journey. Photo by Ronald Cuyan on Unsplash

My Rose

My rose

Clothly, dire

Draped red sapphires

And I whisper in your ear

Do you taste the velvet

Crushed under my

Finger tips?

.

Resting

Smoothly, delicate

Donned carpet petals

And I see the deep lust

in the every gasp and

breath

.

Crisp and clean

Savory and satisfying

.

I claim 

You

My rose


A forgotten poem I wrote a few months ago. I wan’t originally going to share it but after some time away, I decided to post it. Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash

Tout le Monde

Tout le monde

Tout le monde

Will hear and see

Your voice

Traveling

To new depths and heights

Mon cherie

.

Parce je t’aime

Tout les choses 

That you represent

New beginnings 

And new endings 

With you

.

Qu’est-ce que tu voudrais?

Your eyes

My hands

On your heart

And I wonder how

Our love will

Bloom

.

Tout le monde

Will see my love

The words

From my lips

And they will 

Understand

.

New beginnings

And new endings

Avec 

mon amour


After a month’s hiatus, I am back! I am more determined than ever to schedule and write this month! This peice is a continuation in language study and playing with ideas and phrases that you cannot find in English. Photo by Stephane Ben8 on Unsplash

Promote Yourself Monday, April 26, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Promote Yourself Monday, April 19, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Sweet Summer

In a land far away from here

A bright sun shone across the sky

In a place where rivers run clear

I found rest ‘neath the branches high

Babbling brooke and streams that cry

Softly to me, and here I claim

My heart and soul that seem to fly

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

.

Resting in the easy light place

My eyes close and I deeply breathe

Remembering the time and space

For life, loss and the river Lethe

Where I see the faded paths seethe

Into unknown patterns of shame

I see the floating flowered wreaths

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

.

Begin again, reckoning heart

Do not believe the tired lies

That crumble under the green start

Of a bright new day, if the cries

Of the newborn end with sunrise

How can we say there’s one to blame

For even the red robin flies

The sweet summer breeze calls my name

.

While asleep, while awake, I dream

As if my hope was to be tamed

I lift my eyes to the light beam

The sweet summer breeze calls my name


After a LONG while, I finally finished this ballade poem! This poetic form is very beautiful but a bit difficult for my free form poetic ways! I was very happy with how this form challenged me to count and rhyme. Thanks Donna for introducing me to the form! Be sure to check out the orignal post and see how other’s responded to the form! Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash

At the races- a short story

“Quick around the bend!” Margy shouted. She held her breath. Somehow these races always got the best of her usually reserved character. Her friend Peggy screamed next to her, ”AROUND THE BEND YOU FOOL!!” Peggy’s hat and composure fell on the ground but she didn’t care. She grabbed Margy’s hand and started jumping.

“I can’t see! I can’t see Margy!” Peggy’s face was reddening under the sun and the excitement. Margy looked down and realized they were sitting on a bench. The perfect substitute for a stool.

“Let’s stand on this bench Peggy! Quick up and up before they finish!” She grabbed Peggy’s hand and lifted her onto the bench. A man behind them loudly complained about not being able to see the track any longer. Peggy didn’t even hear him. She was jumping and waving her hands.

“Margy! HE’S WINNING! MY BABY’S AHEAD!” Margy knew Peggy was referencing her favorite horse, not her biological child. Peggy was so wrapped up in the race, Margy just had to smile. Every year they went to the races together, bet on horses and had a wonderful time.

“MARGY! HE’S WON THE RACE! FIRST PLACE TO MY BABY!!!”

Margy laughed and said “He did it for you Peggy!”


This short story was inspired by the Secret Attic “Picture this” challenge! I had a lot of fun writing and responding to this one. I probably could have taken it a bit farther but as with most of my writing, I like to end it before it gets started… I would like to write more short fiction and hope to sit down this month and finally work on some vignettes for my children’s story!

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Also to those that regularly read my writing, you may have wondered where I ventured to since I have not posted recently. With the Easter holiday and other springtime fun, I took a break from writing. This month, I hope to get stuck into writing again. For when I write, I feel so much better. Writing has been a comforting self-care activity for so long now, I want to make sure that I keep at it. Thanks for your support!

Promote Yourself Monday, April 5, 2021

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Promote yourself Mon

Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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