"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
AnotherDreamer That is funny although it may be embarrassing and tragic to you. You could elaborate and make a story of it in the comedy genre. Kåre เลียม Enga Yes, I can see how rumors can hurt a person. Sorry it happened to you, too.
I'm not a drama queen nor am I a calm personality. I'm high energy which some people find challenging. That energy level is what keeps me going. I agree calm centers can be quite deceiving.
I fell for a rumor recently. WHY I didn't fact check it knowing the source, I can't say. But, my brother, reading from his phone, said...."Now they did it."
Did what?
They put a male in the female boxing ring at the Olympics and he killed a girl."
"WHAT?"
I freaked out and wrote a letter to the board at the Olympics. A rant. After hitting send, I googled it. That never happened! The guy IS a girl.... and ....no one died.
Hillary's emails are a good example of unfounded rumors based partially on truth (the emails existed) that made it even harder to debunk... even 8 years later. How much harm did it do? We'll never know.
I've been accused of this-and-that more than once. Folks tried to breakup friendships and labelled me in the process... I left after the third or fourth incident. I didn't go back.
The result? I trust strangers with greater ease than those who should have known me best.
Prompt: Write a poem that reflects on the beauty of everyday moments.
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Moments
to daybreak's peace, I wake up
surprised to be alive still
and will for a cup, brewed tea that is
to revive me in its mist, and fill
me with warmth, for in the plan,
in a well-worn pan, breakfast sizzles
then, I make the bed for a start
and feed the cat, an old fart, like me
and our ticking clock hurries its stride
in a flowing tide, dancing through time
with stories to tell, books to read
things to do, until the dusk sheds its hue
to her soft spoken meows, I dim the light
and we sign in for a quiet night
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