Author: Words on Paper
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Today’s Quote
There are those who have discovered that fear is death in life,
and have willingly risked physical death
and loss of all that is considered valuable
in order to live in freedom.
~ Virginia Burden Tower ~
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life full of color
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Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry
May 23, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase “well’s gone dry.” Is it a real well or a metaphorical well? Why is it dry? What is the consequence and to whom? Go where the prompt leads!
I had planned this pilgrimage for a year A sacred well, 140 mile walk Could take a week My father told me about it To drink from it, brings good luck I need some The trek hard, my feet blistered My back broken The scenery beautiful So many birds I had never seen Camping at night, early morning pilgrims Walking down, their faces grim I thought little of it, except the walk had been tough Then a couple told me the well's gone dry I continued, disappointed, however I was still hoping to hear the whisper from the well… ©AnitaDawes2022
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Today’s Quote
For of all sad words of tongues or pen
the saddest are these:
It might have been.
~ John Greenleaf Whittier ~
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water like a silk veil
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Wordless Wednesday – Lilacs
One Step Forward…
I seem to be taking one step forward and two back…
The recent productivity is having a knock-on effect on everything, and although I welcome this, I am having trouble understanding why I end up with so many more plans than those I started with. Usually, having nothing to do with what I am doing at the time.
Finishing one job lands me among all those ghosts of other projects I either made a mess of, or completely forgot about.
My mind does try, bless it, to think along dual idea lines, and I have had serious talks with the muse to stop cramming my head with so many ideas, to at least wait until I finish one!
Eventually, of course, my enthusiasm fades, leaving me to struggle on, stubborn to the last. I could do without the never-ending tooth and earache, as they seem to have addled quite a few of my struggling grey cells!
I mean, how long does it take an extraction to heal?
I was going to ring the doctor today, but somehow I can’t make myself pick up the phone, mainly because I know she will fob me off with the same pills as last time, and also because I’m not sure if the toothache is making the ear problem worse, or the other way around.
I have the sneaky feeling that once you approach 80, they start to edge you towards the compost heap, as there has been a noticeable lack of enthusiasm whenever I mention one of my many long-standing problems.
This state of affairs leaves me unwilling to bother, preferring to wait and see what happens while continuing with salt rinses and painkillers. I am also experimenting with CBD drops as they are supposed to help with arthritis and the accompanying depression of everything else.
So far, I am managing to write and run the office…
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The Universe… #Poetry
The Universe The universe is like crazy paving You cannot avoid the cracks With each step, it changes Like a constant gardener Living in a compost heap of Earth’s wine Plucking weeds, planting bulbs where they’re not wanted Changing borders, straightening edges Turning my life into a jigsaw puzzle Pieces missing, others put in place where they don’t fit, causing chaos Surely they could have chosen a better plan on the day I was born? ©AnitaDawes2022
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