Tag: life

  • Future Life

    If money wasn’t an issue  I would no longer need tissue  I could run, play and ski  Instead of trying to flee  Maybe I could finally learn jujitsu 

  • Stranded

    PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast  As I looked to the vaulted ceiling, stained glass and lights, I thought about what my life would be like if I wasn’t stranded.  In this church.  I had come to town with good intentions, but even the best intentions don’t always turn out.  My idea of a new life bit the dust as soon as I arrived.  Only because Ted was here.  I knew he…

  • Trudging

    Photo by Johannes Andersson on Unsplash  As I watched the elk, I knew my life was in for a change.  I knew what Jackson’s future held and there was no space in my future for him.  All he knew how to do was to hold me back.  At first, I thought his questions were sweet as if he was wanting to get to know me.  His questions morphed into…

  • Among the Living

    Do you value your life  More than the local wildlife  You swore to do no harm  But that’s not a good luck charm  Or are you looking for strife 

  • Haze

    It feels like I am going crazy  When everything becomes hazy  I want to be called a mother  And give a life to your brother  Maybe I should, instead, plant a daisy 

  • Finest Hour

    “Yesterday was not my finest hour,” Greg said into the microphone.  As I listened to his new recording, I started to wonder what he was going to do next.  Would he confess his sins or just the ones for he which he had been caught?  I knew I shouldn’t be listening to his confession, but…

  • Transformation

    I knew for my transformation to be complete, I would need to sign the dotted line.  I had been holding a pen and staring at the contract for the last twenty minutes, unable to commit.  I was contemplating the pros and cons but had not been able to keep them straight.  Sometimes pros were cons…

  • Hoax

    I laughed at all his bad jokes  Like the one about the hoax  I went along with his game  To try to save my own name  But at the end, he said, that’s all folks 

  • Dull

    As I rack my brain  Remembering life with you.  Now cold.  Sullen.  Done. 

  • Creation

    On the eve of my art show – the art show that would decide the rest of my life – I saw a ghost.  Or at least the closest thing to a ghost as I could get.  Donnie had disappeared from my life two days before we were to get married.  Disappeared without a word…