Author: rugby843

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

dVerse Poets

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
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walking through the strewn path

crunching leaves, my unintended wrath

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colors bright or even fading

green fronds above remain shading

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stepping through the loud leaves

sustenance the soil receives

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all the brightness may lessen

soon snow will be the dressing

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autumn leaves I do adore

even resting on forest floors

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although, I look forward to the glow

of white soft blankets of drifted snow

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MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme

Tanka Tuesday

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
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“The forest is a calm spiritual place“ John Muir

Finding solace in the forest

Falling into a state of calm

I might name it a spiritual place

A walk into the magical.

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A golden shovel poem is a contemporary poetic form where each word from a borrowed line ends a line in a new poem. American poet Terrance Hayes invented the form in 2010 as a tribute to Gwendolyn Brooks. “A Forest Soul Cleanse” John Muir

“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir



The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.

***I hope this fits the criteria

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 54, Imagist poetry, 3/3/2026

Six Sentence Story

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
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I’ve decided we’ll go after all.

Really, my sister will be so pleased to have us!

She’ll have us alright, all six of us.

It’s tomorrow so we’ll have to be quick, start packing the car!

We’ll never make it, packing up the kids and all…so, guess what?

We’re going to fly!

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