Three things she told me NEVER to do

Title:  SHE SAID NEVER…

  1. Talk to strangers.
  2. Sit on the toilet seat.
  3. speak up in the presence of adults, unless spoken to first. (Implied not ‘told’)

Let’s examine the NEVERS:

#1. Talk to strangers? If one is lost, you must ask a stranger how to get home.

#2. Sit on the toilet seat. – I TOTALLY agree with this one ~ Never !

#3. Speak up in the presence of adults. – Totally disagree. If I never speak up in the presence of adults, the lesson learned is my value is unimportant and it’s better to remain invisible.

The preceding was a prompt from my latest Writing Workshop with Victoria Fann.

I thoroughly enjoy writing prompts and what comes when I let go. Below is another reply to this same prompt, that manifested itself a few days later.

Title: THREE FEMALE GHOSTS

Who proclaimed the following:

  1. You can’t get up!
  2. You can’t leave!
  3. You can’t go out!

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Dream Seeker

 

Dreams, like clouds

visible to the eye

just out of reach

time to pull the clouds down

step on them like a magic carpet

flying high above the pines

to foreign lands and islands

painting rainbows in the sky

smiling all the while

until my heart calls me back to the ground

to play in the sand

find my oak tree

and lay my head down

© Anita Adams 2018

 

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Almost 2018

Signed - Snow Falling from the Pines

what does it mean

what will it bring

what are your dreams

mine are filled with some of  these….

writing, hiking, and more snaps

travels, walking and taking naps

a grandson arrives in Februar

so does the winter and perhaps more white hair

in the Spring, a little more sunshine gives way to plant more trees and a garden to til

up to my elbows in poetry, a book and art

no day or night should pass without a kiss to my heart

peace I believe begins with me

seeds to be sown one letter at a time

A is for Alicia, B for Bed, C for Cathy, D for Dad, E for Elephant, F for Faith, G for Gretchen, H for Home, I for Italy, J for the Joy still unknown

sow seeds of love and peace, of green trees and saplings, breathe oxygen into this space

© Anita Adams 12/29/2017

Break ups

“Break ups” https://medium.com/@anitaadams_69796/break-ups-956e486778bc

As I gaze upon her vastness

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An Autumn morning

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by the bass pond

ducks

leaves falling

silence

clouds

dampness

yellow, orange, red, brown and green hues flank the lake

mallords quacking

crow squawking

waterfall trickling

autumn is here

without the cold, without snow

breathe

Look

it’s okay to grieve

the loss of seasons, family, friends, youth, lymph nodes, partial breast, hearing, memory, eyesight

Listen to the sounds of nature, the leaves falling, the mallards, the crow, the wind

See the trees, my friends, God in nature, all around me

thank you God

©Anita Adams 2017

Getting through it

Adams Family circa 1966

How does one get through it

from the beginning as a child, helpless and homeless

with love and tenderness

questions and falls

How does one get through it

from teenage years, believing the knowledge learned is all that’s needed to survive

bad decisions, determination, and a decision  to survive, not die

How does one get through it

with faith, prayer, friends and an inner longingness to answer one’s call

©Anita Adams 2017

 

 

Love and Loss

Someone once asked Where does love go when the lights go out?

Love is love – it’s an action – it’s a dance – it’s a balancing act

Loss brings one to their knees – to the ground – spinning them around

Love is loss turned inside out and upside down

Where does love go when the lights go out?  To sleep I imagine – to dream – to hope and believe.

©Anita Adams

FLAMING JUNE by Frederic Leighton 1895

Flaming June

Another shared Poem

Prescription for the Disillusioned

Come new to this
day. Remove the rigid
overcoat of experience
the notion of knowing,
the beliefs that cloud
your vision.

Leave behind the stories
of your life. Spit out the
sour taste of unmet expectation.
Let the stale scent of what-ifs
waft back into the swamp
of your useless fears.

Arrive curious, without the armor
of certainty, the plans and planned
results of the life you’ve imagined.
Live the life that chooses you, new
every breath, every blink of
your astonished eyes.

From Francis Weller’s website: http://www.wisdombridge.net