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
Yes they are corrupt, some aged, sitting in their vintage congressional seats passing judgment as easily as sipping their morning coffee. Their manifold abrupt, rude and controversial questions seem to pour forth like refuse from a broken pipe. Any worthy recruit is held down and interrogated as if they propose to topple the questioner’s ivory tower.
That’s it. You know what to do: Write your poem Put a link back to here in your post Link it up to good old Mr Linky Read and comment Have fun! ***
*** Under the covers warm and cozy wintery cold outside here inside, feeling dozey settled in for the night hoping sweet dreams delight a baby mole in my hidey hole.
The balloon vendor bent to retrieve his bag and felt the pain of standing on the corner all day since sunrise. It was another day of receiving a paltry amount of money, but probably enough to feed him for the night. He then hurried down the street to find the line to the shelter long, again.
Easily written on paper Formed from an imaginative mind With plenty of ink on ancient parchment Scratched beautifully with a calligraphy styled pen Easily crafted words professing your love Promises so artfully scribed Easily believed then, in the moment If only they were true.
Joe thought he was talented, even versatile, in his abilities, much better than standard contestants. The twenty mile hike was nothing compared to his usual daily excursions, hence his confident appearance at the rally. Of course that was before he spotted the buxom blonde jogger coming up on his left. He stared a bit too long, tripped over a small stick and broke his ankle. He looked up to see her glance back and wink.
The first line of the Sijo usually sets the theme.
The second line elaborates on the first line.merited –
The third line brings the poem matter to a close.
The setting can be nature, a favorite season, or some event of your day. Something, as I mentioned above that can be contemplative in nature.
Within each of the three lines there is usually a pause. You can hear it in the example below. The bold sections are the parts after the pause, or at least as I read/hear them. Reading your Sijo out loud will help with using the correct form.
The following example is considered the oldest Sijo in existence,
The spring breeze melted snow on the hills then quickly disappeared. I wish I could borrow it briefly to blow over my hair And melt away the aging frost forming now about my ears.
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Autumn leaves so beautiful on trees, fall gently to the ground
Misty feelings as the breeze shifts them, quietly to their death
Nature’s way intentionally done, seasons will start anew.
It was, to the little girl, an ordinary day. Julie’s mother sent her out to the yard to play while she did the ironing. Being eight months pregnant with her third child, ironing took its toll and frequent trips to the bathroom left a hot iron in a dangerous position.
Julie was delighted, loved being free in the yard to play. Her imagination soared as she placed the various rocks and pebbles around on the table. She was serving tea to her imaginary friends.
What was not noticed by her was a threatening skull moving slowly sneaking up behind her, watching. She only let out one small scream but that was not heard by her mother.
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