A letter I will never send:
The following poem was prompted by The Sunday Whirl. The words in italics were found in the wordle there. Should you need a bit of inspiration visit that site.
Of a thousand messages
Coming across wires
Moving almost without count,
Definitely without charm.
Others dish them out
With the thick spit of red rage
Drowning words in soup
That pours down the front of each
Person’s fine dressing like mud.
We are strained, stained, left
Flinching under deluge of
Overcome by thought
Travelling extremely fast,
We cannot compete
Within our own simple minds,
We have to exit the stream.
To find sanity
We must limit the inflow
Working to place some order
Upon continuous flood.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, May 5, 2013
I am grateful:
1. Dreams in slumber are not reality.
2. Mom was able to get a bath despite her pain.
3. Jeremy came by for a few minutes and took off a bag of our trash.
4. Reba called and has our reborn babies almost ready.
5. Life sometimes has rewards beyond our expectations.
This Sunday has been relaxing, although Mom is still in a lot of pain. When she sits still it abates somewhat. I hope you have enjoyed your day. If you feel inclined, spend a few moments exploring your creative impulses. There is much you can accomplish if you only make an effort. I have faith in your ability.
As a prompt, write a letter to someone who deserted you. You do not have to send the letter, but you might find material in it that you could otherwise use in a poem, story, or journal entry. If you use this prompt, please leave a link to your work in the comments below.
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