|Posted by Lori on March 25, 2014 at 7:00 AM||comments (0)|
Never looking back
Hope in her sight
Healing in her tracks
Unbounding joy her anthem
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|Posted by Lori on February 13, 2014 at 9:30 PM||comments (1)|
I scrolled back to see the date of my first post:
August 29, 2013
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This is the beginning of a new journey for me. I am not going to sit and
wish I could be a writer, I am going to just start w...
|Posted by Lori on February 11, 2014 at 10:15 AM||comments (3)|
Though you were created in a rebellious act by love struck teenagers, I knew you in the womb. I brought you into this world and kept you safe.
The old man you used to talk to through the fence, back in Chicago, the one who was kind and gentle and told you it was good to pick the dandelions, the one who gave you lollipops because he knew it would be your only treat, that was Me. I wanted you to feel safe and have...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on February 2, 2014 at 4:50 PM||comments (1)|
Branches scraped her legs as Kelly peddled her bike through the woods after detouring off the road. There had been a red Jeep following her for a few miles, driving slow en...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on January 28, 2014 at 10:15 AM||comments (1)|
Cindy took a quick look in the mirror before leaving the house, good enough she thought. She saw the promises of God tucked away inside the body of the woman looking back at her. She barely noticed if her hair was brushed or if her eye makeup was smudged. The passion to get on with life overpowered any desire to look the part of a widow.
Wearing...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on January 19, 2014 at 10:40 PM||comments (1)|
There were many things Sheyne couldn't bring herself to do on her own, but the most difficult was to talk to...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on December 23, 2013 at 7:10 PM||comments (1)|
There he is, quietly behind the scenes, working and serving to please others in the best way he knows how. He is masterful when it comes to his craft, layering unique details that often go undetected unless he tells or you ask. Keeping a keen eye on who likes what, he makes mental notes for future reference. You see, he really enjoys preparing these things for people, he knows how to make them happy. His heart goes into all that he does, though he will never a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on December 22, 2013 at 3:10 PM||comments (0)|
Though the tree in front of him stands near seven feet tall and four feet wide, covered limb to limb with ornaments and colored lights, he sees something different. As he reclines on the couch, gazing at the tree, memories storm his mind. Memories of Christmas when he was a boy, about 1943. He vividly recalls the shiny ornaments placed deep inside the tree where the natural gap between branches lies. These ornaments reflected the lights in the room as did the ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on December 18, 2013 at 9:40 PM||comments (0)|
If only I were inside out!
Then everyone would see ME.
The me I really am seems to get stuck and jumbled in the delivery.
The words come out wrong,
the tone is always off,Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on November 10, 2013 at 6:25 PM||comments (0)|
If I say that I skimmed through it and can recount many details, yet did not read every word I a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on October 12, 2013 at 8:45 PM||comments (0)|
Opening one side of the double door, Margret was relieved to find the smiles of a young girl waiting to be greeted. "Hello? Can I help you?" said the old woman now standing with the sun in her face holding the door slightly open. S...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on October 11, 2013 at 7:10 PM||comments (2)|
Writing Prompt: Describe the flavor of salt.
Salt tastes like the sweat on your face after a hard workout, discovered only when wetting your lips with your tongue.
It also tastes like the ocean all dried up. It cannot be compared to a fragrance yet it draws out and delivers the flavors of the food is embraces. When it comes in contact with your tongue it delivers such a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on October 5, 2013 at 1:30 PM||comments (0)|
I wonder what he was thinking when he was picking the apple to bring to his sweetheart. It was after all his favorite kind of apple, the Honey Crisp apple. Walking u...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on October 3, 2013 at 8:40 PM||comments (0)|
Writing Prompt: Write about the colors of the days of the week.
Depth and passion swirl in my mind as I conjure up colors for the days of the week.
Painting Monday with burgundy s...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 24, 2013 at 4:00 PM||comments (0)|
Desperate to be released, thoughts enclosed in the depth of my mind stir. Complexities swirling, emotions charging, pressure so great the words burst out of my mouth unable to be controlled. Upon hearing the raw version of this composition leave my body, I try to craft it into some other form before it settles upon the ears of the recipient. Internal loathing and sheer embarrassment overcomes me as I scramble to make sense of what I just said. Why did I say that? If I wou...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 18, 2013 at 5:30 AM||comments (0)|
You cannot feel the texture of hope with your hand because it has the physical consistency ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 17, 2013 at 10:10 PM||comments (0)|
From the beginning you were there.
You never took your eyes off of me.
You help me when I am hurt,
hug me when I am lonely,
hold me down when I get too lofty.
You promise to be with me for eternity
and give me love that is unending.
Nothing compares to you.
You are my everything and I adore you.
|Posted by Lori on September 12, 2013 at 9:55 PM||comments (0)|
Slide your hand across the surface and tell me how it feels.
Walk barefoot on the floor and tell me how it feels.
Touch anything and tell me how it feels.
The counter feels slick as wet ice, the floor like smooth glass, the plant feels soft and delicate and the fabric feels like silk.
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|Posted by Lori on September 9, 2013 at 6:40 AM||comments (0)|
The only think I am thinking about when I make my bed is how it will feel when I get back in it. Since I like it to feel like an envelope when I get in, I make sure...Read Full Post »