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My Response
Here, at the end Is the title of a poetry book by Alice Teeter. I have two favorite poems…number 27 and number 39. They are haunting with their emptiness, stillness, and silence. She certainly moves me to think of the … Continue reading
Humor…a Haiku
Creator’s humor The baboon’s bright red bottom On daily display
Favorite
April, the month for Poetry in all its forms Haiku, my favorite
Haiku
A nod to nature Maybe a twist at the end Three lines…a haiku
My Face, a Haiku
Falling asleep, my Face nose to nose with my face Jerked away to breathe
Angel Visit
The night of the day I wrote Moving On, I had an interesting three a.m. visit in the role of a CNA. She began talking as if she knew I was at the point of dark night of the soul … Continue reading
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Tagged #angelvisit, #darknightofthesoul, #hope, #stroke, #truestories
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Moving On
Would it shock you to know that if I knew how, I would give up my breath and move on to the next plane. My stroked life and life in this nursing home are almost unbearable and certainly not worth … Continue reading
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Tagged #anxiety, #breath, #givingup, #movingon, #peace #nursinghomelife, death
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RED ROBE
In my dream, I rose from my bed, put on my red robe and red slippers. Then I joined friends in my kitchen who were pouring milk over cereal. They were glad I had whole milk. I was happy in … Continue reading
Snow Ride
It was winter in the early 1960s. I was spending the night with my friends, Barbara and Alva, who were sisters. The next morning we woke to a heavy snow fall seldom seen in Georgia. No traffic on the road. … Continue reading
My Scream
Daily and nightly, there is a scream lodged in my throat. It makes my throat sore and my chest feel hollow. To release it would physically hurt me. This scream causes anxiety and is crazy-making. It is a silent scream, … Continue reading
Later, Miss Slater 