ReShare: Treasuring Poetry-Robbie Cheadle
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I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl
SoCS 12-13-24
I would use food like I was having fun and say I just ate an orange, fresh and juicy and perfect but as-my overall opinion hospital food sucks. It’s worse when you decide you don’t want to feel like any food and they send it up anyway – who orders it I don’t know.
To make the whole story lovely – on Friday the sixth I got up early for an appointment at the hospital for an echocardiogram. My legs and arms are feeling weak and I have other symptoms like shortness of breath etc. so we decided we would try an echo to see what was what. Unfortunately as I was getting into the car, my left leg and half hip were in the car on the seat. My leggings are slippery and they started to make me slide off and it took my hip and everything with it and my right leg is still too weak to hold me lately so it started slipping underneath the car, hit car door and when it hit it, my leg actually crunched. I could hear the break the crunch, and it’s separated my knee above the knee and up towards my upper thigh. I was laying there with one hand on the car door and one hand on the seat and I was stuck so when the EMTs came they didn’t know how they should pick me up and finally it was just decided one fell swoop so we did they were really nice and knowledgeable and careful.
So now it is the 15th. I am still in the hospital and will probably be moved to a caring facility tomorrow for rehab. I am not looking forward to this at all. Any slight movement on my leg is not pleasant. But I think it’s what we have to deal with for a while so I am. I imagine this stream of conscious is not very uplifting, maybe I’ll read yours and get lifted up. I can’t get the sound of the crunch out of my head and if you’ve ever seen a slab of wood being just split over somebody’s knee that’s what it sounds like and that’s what it looks like so it was operated on the two bones shifted back together and I don’t know if there’s a screw in there or not so much that it probably is I have no idea.
My apartment is mostly decorated for Christmas. I probably won’t be doing any more shopping. I’ll have to do it online.. And I apologize right off for not answering or reading a lot of blogs because I am so tired I am and I can’t figure out why yet and to even speak into the phone is hard and tiring so I won’t be writing much and I won’t be talking to you much but believe me I’m thinking of you and hoping everyone has nice holidays coming up❤️💚☺️👍🏻
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 14, 2024
W3 – Rondelet
Gallops on green
Their manes flying free in the wind
Gallops on green
Hooves digging deep in the prairie
No saddles, bridles, bits, reins bind
Feelings of freedom felt in kind
Gallops on green
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** This is probably a stupid question but I don’t understand the one small a in the rhyme scheme. Is it supposed to rhyme with anything? Is it supposed to be completely different? I have tried to find the answer to this question, and I finally gave up. I don’t understand the small a.
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W3 Prompt #136: Wea’ve Written Weekly
dVerse Poets
So yes you’ve guessed it….
The poetry theme for this MTB is to write a poem about a generic or particular:
Christmas tree(s) imagery, meanings, memories etc
or Conifer/Fir tree(s) imagery, mythology, memories etc
2. The poetry style of your poem follows the form of an Etheree:
must be an unrhymed poem
no specific meter
one stanza only
10 lines with no paragraphs
graduating from 1 to 10 syllables
[add lines 11 & 12 with just 2 syllables per line – my optional extra]
Thus the first line is monosyllabic; the second line has two syllables, and so on, until there’s ten syllables on the tenth line (then reverts to 2 syllables for lines 11 & 12 if you want this optional extra). The outline of your poem takes the concrete shape of a fir tree. Centre it on the page else left or right aligned it’s only half a tree! (X=syllables not words)
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Oh
I could
Forever
Expound on trees
I grew up with them
They were my confidants
They listen without judgment
Every season changes views
From spring green to gold and vibrant reds
Evergreens have the scented beauty leaves
Most trees
Charming
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MTB: An Etheree Tree
Can you tell a Story in 10?
The space travelers eating dinner: “This Martian spaghetti’s not bad!”
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Can You Tell A Story In…
Friday Fictioneers
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6 December 2024
Party Time
shivering white filagree
parties in forests
now dancing trees all in line
nature’s music is such bliss
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**Another Photo of VT winter from my niece Minh B.👏🏻
dVerse Poets
If eating dinner we’d hurry and dash
Sit down by the tv and watch “Mash”!
The colonel a favorite, I’m sure you’ll agree
But Hawkeye and BJ loved capriciously
Then there was Frank, an exasperating soul
Even Winchester could not fill that role
Houlihan, oh of course can’t forget
She flirted with most that she met
Secretly meeting Frank, I ask why?
Surely a different man she’d eye
But Radar O’Reilly and Father Mulcahy
Took my heart each episode daily.
I think if you’re looking for humor and pathos
You should try “Mash” for some meaningful chaos.
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Favorite TV shows
Writing Prompts – Gifts
I need no fancy dress
No rose or white wine
I have gifts aplenty
But I could wait in line
At a gift shop or bazaar
Spying gifts from near and far
Or spend time in a quiet nook
Trying to find the perfect book
But like many songs proclaim
I can skip the shopping game
The greatest gifts I find
Are the family kind.
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Writing Prompts
Simply six Minutes
The Prank
“Everybody is doing it!” exclaimed Jerry, who was always up for a challenge. “Cmon it’ll be fun! Mike already jumped in so dude, we’ve gotta do it!”
“Are you kiddin’ me? I’m claustrophobic, I’d never survive!”
“Nah, it’s just like divin’ underwater in a pool, Joe. Cmon! Are you telling’ me you’re scared? You know Cathy’s gonna be there. You could impress her, dude!”
Joe thought about it and decided he might try it, especially if Cathy was there. The two guys approached the mud hole and saw several upside down pairs of shoes seemingly stuck in the mud. “Uh, Jerry, this doesn’t look good…where is everyone? Maybe they drowned!” Joe started pulling on a pair of sneakers just to realize there was no one attached to them. He panicked, “call 911, these guys may be stuck in this mud!”
Jerry was soon joined by Cathy and the rest of their crowd, all laughing. Joe was totally embarrassed.
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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge:12/03/2024
The Bag Lady 
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