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Another day in paradise, Joe said to himself reaching for the handle on the garage door. Because it was still dark out he didn’t notice grease on the handle and it transferred over to his shirt. That’s okay, I’ll just roll up my sleeves. He had to use both hands. When did this get to be so heavy he wondered, now I’ll have to stop and get some WD-40 on the way home. The garage door and Joe both groaned at the same time. Joe slid into the ripped car seat and got in line at the main highway’s entrance.
Hold me close.Squeeze me tight. Tell me it will be all right. With hope for new future plans.Promise me what you will. I can’t hear your voice so still.
On Saturday, I met a woman whose family fled Bosnia to the USA when she was young. A name change and a Valley Girl accent mean people don’t think of her as a refugee. She finds this very funny.
This week, I’d like you to write a poem about a specific person, real or imaginary, who has had to leave home.
Your poem could tell a fairy tale, offer a confession, or recount the experience of someone you know, admire, or have just met in passing. These stories can also be uplifting, joyful, or funny.
Focus on one person’s experience. Tell us why they left and what happened to them. Describe their journey, both physical and personal.
Please include the word “home” in your poem.
Write in a known poetic form of your choice and tell us which form you are using. You could share your favorite form or try something new.
III. Submit: Click on ‘Mister Linky’ below
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Was he just a lunatic? I couldn’t believe all the ghastly deeds done and threats with letters, incessantly arriving in my mail? Fools urged me to view the vast problem just as a short time existence and as soon as the election was over, so too would the pranks. Feeling frightened in my bones I went to the police station to complain. I was not the only one!
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As always an optional gratitude section is included at the end. Here are this week’s questions:
1. Do you wear glasses, contacts, bi-focals, none I’ve worn glasses since twelve😵💫 2. What made you laugh last week? A friend’s story.
3. What is your favourite flower? Daffodils
4. What annoys you……….. misbehaving children, people, traffic, pets, decor in the house, anything else? I guess all at one time or another☺️
Gratitude: I am grateful to see my granddaughter’s soccer game and she’s doing great and unhurt.
I believe the world has already split into breakable pieces. The facts are distressing and some incredible. I feel helpless as my one vote drops in a democratic bucket here in Wyoming. I feel leaders in other countries were at first stupefied, as we all are, at the actions of our government. It has been compared to the 1900s Hitler era and rightly so. How can this happen? Now it seems some MAGA constituents are waking up to what they’ve wrought, but happenings like Ukraine may be too late for change. Democracy is not here anymore.
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