Enlightenment

From that one sentence, 

her whole life 

suddenly made sense. 

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Them's the Breaks

I've been taking one. A break. Slowly, I'm getting back into the swing. Transferring poems from my journal to my computer, putting away the holidays, participating in Poetic Asides.

Below is my attempt for today:

Photo of Miles by Linda G Hatton

If I Were My Child

I would hold my own hand,
mosey along lily-pad pond, skip
a day or two of (pre)occupation
about being right, rock
myself awake, dab at my own
fears, dabble in anything
that pushed me away, listen
for a dollar, then listen for nothing
more than warmth
of knowing love is the means,
but not guaranteed.

Signs

I have some catching up to do. After two weeks away from cyberland - and now facing a mound of laundry, dishes, and holiday clutter - I feel disoriented.

I took a journey and remembered to take some photos for the "journey" prompt. Tonight though when I looked through my files, I found this:

It was like my dad was there with me on the trip.

The name, "Reinke" always reminds me of him (it contains part of his name). We were somewhere in California when I saw this; the plates on the truck are Washington where he lived. The nickname, "Honey," reminds me of him, too. Oh, and the number 19 was his birthday.

So there you go, a "sign" for me, and from me to you (for the picture prompt).

Safe travels, wherever your path may lead you.


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