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
Magda’s powers were awesome, but had their limits. Tonight she was pulling out all the stops, from every bottle of potion, and lit every candle with the meaning of change, gathered every map for the continuation of good, and waved her hands over all. Chanting the incantation she hoped would save the world as it was a second century ago, she felt a change. Magda wanted to see it again, when things were normal for her kind, when men were brave and fought for freedom, when a king ruled for the greater good. She relaxed her arms, and felt a relief. In the morning she would see if her spells worked.
My daughter and her 18 year old daughter were riding in the car to Denver. Then this song started playing, the granddaughter’s new favorite😳. I said, what, is this an old fifties song? Nope, just released a few days ago. 🤯 How cool is this?
“That’s him!” I shouted, as he was fast walking out of the terminal. Unfortunately the train kept on rolling and I couldn’t get off. I grabbed my radio and practically yelled into it, “Joe, you’ve got to stop him! He has the case and he’s walking out of the terminal!” Joe stood at the entryway of the train station. As soon as he saw the man with the case, he approached him.
“Well that was a close call. She’ll get off at the next stop so we’d better be quick.” Joe motioned for the other man to get into his car and the case secured in the trunk. Joe felt badly for the woman, but he needed the money, the tired excuse for many betrayals.
Needing a refund, Sara hovered over her selected bag of fudge—peppermint sticks from the Christmas cage not her choice, but saw her reflection in the counter’s mirror. “I’ll take these instead.”
Life may be delicious like a box of chocolates, or a dangerous adventure like climbing Mount Everest. These choices Joe made every day. He stopped on the road to watch a flock of geese crossing, and thought a goose’s life was simple, no choices to make, just paddle on, find food, and keep their children in line, which they do very well. Joe never had children so he thought it an easy task. Joe lived life as it came, lucky to be wealthy, able to pursue any dream. He wondered as he watched the geese, if they ever felt lonely.
“Dial it down!” Judy’s dad was irate. Judy was also mad in the confrontation, and at the end of her rope. The school protest she led was for the entire community, not just the kids at school. Her dad, the principal, was getting out of hand, denying access to the school after hours. There was no other venue for the high school age students to congregate, except in gang centered areas.
For today’s prompt I would like to challenge you to write a poem based on a dream or a tidbit of a dream. If you can’t remember a dream, use your imagination to pen a poem about dreams. Another option is to use one of the lines from one of the above poems as a springboard. There is no form or length requirement. Let’s create a dream song or poem, an anthem from the beat of our hearts. What message would you like to send out into the world?
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Write a poem in response to the challenge.Post your poem on your blog and link back to this post. Enter your name and the link to your post by clicking Mr. Linky below (remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy). Read and comment on your fellow poets’ work –- there’s so much to derive from reading each other’s writing: new inspiration, new ideas, new friends.
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