Coming Home

By the time this is posted I will be flying home after a most important sojourn to the prairie. I spent time coming to terms with my past and taking ownership of my part. I gave myself the time to acknowledge old wounds, to let go of pain, and to finally grieve. Only by facing my issues and my fears head on am I able to finally release them. It's a matter of survival. My journey towards healing and spiritual growth continues. 


Today I am grateful for the support and encouragement of family and friends. I am truly blessed. 

I Heard the Cry of Mourning Dove

I was working on a "Flash Friday 55" for G-Man's meme. Unfortunately, I was unable to trim this any further to suit with his rules. So, instead, I present to you my "63 Words on Thursday". 

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I heard the cry of Mourning Dove

rousing me from dreams

chanting hymns from high above

singing just for me

I heard the cry of Mourning Dove

sorrowful the song

her dulcet tones were trilling of

loss, of pain, of wrongs

I heard the cry of Mourning Dove

weeping in the tree

tears of healing, hope, and love

from branches fell on me

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Saturday Centus: After the Silence

Ms. Jenny's prompt this week is from the Bruno Mars song, "Grenade". My 100 word prose is wrapped around the prompt, bolded and highlighted in green, below. Please feel free to critique in your comments below...how else am I going to learn? Enjoy.

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Once upon

this life of mine

there was his promise.

Promises of love,

of hope spoken

in soft gentle voice,

of dreams yet to be fulfilled.

I laughed through tears

when he burst out in song

and sang sweetly to me,

“I’d even catch a grenade for ya!”

I believed him.

Reality set in.

The silence is deafening.

Soundless shouts erupt

from my heart,

loudly, clearly.

I listen to inner truth.

Wisdom gained

through epiphany

that no one,

not even him,

can catch that grenade

while wandering through

personal minefields

battling demons of their own.

My first step towards healing.

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Alphabe-Thursday-Flash Friday 55: R is for Rebirth

Reflecting,

remembrances 

slowly revealed

Rough, 

ragged,

rancorous,

filled with rage

Reaching back further…

recalling those 

long repressed

Without remorse,

resistance,

or urge to run,

memories are resurrected

Whether real or revised

doesn’t matter, 

really,

for the resentments 

reign,

restrain,

hold me ransom

Relief…

not through retaliation,

but through resolve:

recognizing,

releasing,

refusing

bondage’s grip

Rebirth

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Alphabe-Thursday: Nighthawks and Nightingales

Nightmare is the nighthawk,

nefarious, nesting near

gnawing at necrotic flesh

from heart immobile with fear

Nightingale, nature’s love song

whose nuanced notes shall heal

nursing neglected wounds

narcotic for memories revealed

The nemesis that is Nighthawk

is necessary, though painful he can be

nibbling away those damaged parts

is necessity to becoming free

Way made clear for Nightingale

 nurturing numb-struck soul

nimbly mending a once tattered life
a novel mosaic: uniquely, newly whole

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Flash Friday 55/Saturday Centus #31: Entangled

Today I am combining 2 favorite memes of mine: Ms. Jenny's Saturday Centus (where you design a story of 100 words or less behind a prompt) and G-Man's Flash Friday 55 (where your story or prose must be 55 words exactly). G-Man thoroughly chastised me last week for including my "55" within the body of a 3 part poem. Trust me...you don't want to make the G-Man mad! So below, please find my combination post using the following prompt:  "bin of tangled up Christmas lights". 55 words exactly...go ahead...count 'em!

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I find myself waxing philosophically as I go through the bin of tangled up Christmas lights. How so like these lights my life has been. I'm working diligently to untangle this crazy mixed up mess and am comforted to know my friends have my back! Maybe, just maybe, the light within will shine true someday.

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Note: Ms. Jenny does not allow use of a photo to accompany her prompt. So please ignore my photograph above if you are here from Ms. Jenny's "Mr. Linky". If you are here from Mr. Know it All's site, then never mind! Photo is courtesy of Getty Images

K is for the Kindly Knight

Awaiting the kindly, silver knight

For he, I believe, holds the key

That unlocks that place

Where love is kept

Buried deep inside of me

I will wait for him on yonder knoll

Upon bended knees I shall kneel

Anticipating his kiss,

Untying heart’s knot

As he kindles my desire to heal

Ah, my knight in shining armor
The keepsake he gives to me

Is the knowledge I now have,

This kernel of truth:

That I, all along, held the key

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F is for Faraway Friend

A faraway friend, a faithful fellow,

Found o’er the fields down yonder,

Speaks in fables of fairytales

And fantastical fiction to ponder.

A faraway friend, fair of face,

Flustered by this flow of words,

Flees, flooded with the force of fear

When façade’s fake front is disturbed.

A faraway friend, a favored son

Filled with fervor from his God

Helps free that long forgotten soul

From the festering, fiendish fog.

From faraway friend, forgiveness earned,

Foundation of faith helps heal,

Fortitude now fuels desire

For the fresh future fate fondly yields. 

Alphabe-Thursday: The Letter O

The Ordeal

Oh, to be Ordinary and Oblivious!
Obtuse to the Oppressive memories
repressed from days of Old.


Obscene images Occupying One’s mind
causing Overwhelming emotions
to Occur, On Occasion,
at in-Opportune times.


Ominous reflections
Orchestrating and Offering their Opus;
an Overture yearning to be heard.


If not met head On,
becoming an Obstacle to
Our personal growth.

In Order To move Onward,
spiritually and emotionally,
along life’s Odyssey
I Opine to you...
Optimistically and without Offense...
that it is Our Obligation to be Open
to working through the woe.


Offer that Olive branch to the pain.
Oblige the hurt.
And Only then shall they truly be
Obliterated to
Once upon a time

Sensational Haiku Wednesday-Freestyle

I would like to take this moment to wish
all of my Jewish friends a very blessed Passover.
God bless!

I lay down and cried

for tortured soul of a friend...

wishing tears could heal.

But the blood of Christ

surely washes pain away.

Holy Week is nigh.

Please remember this...

ultimate sacrifice made

Agape. True Love.

For more haiku hijinks,

please visit Jenn over at You Know...That Blog?
Next week's theme:  Decisions