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March Into April

Prompt 163: Reciprocate

Time scampering past
Days full of new adventures
Life adjusting, changing, a constant metamorphosis
My shell crumbling, giving and taking,
Emerging quickly into the light,
My heart and soul given freely
I now redeem my reward
A fair trading of struggle bartered and in return
A collection of memories inherited
Reaping what I’ve sown
Seeking peace, obtaining balance
Give me a moment, I’ll give you a lifetime
Or perhaps,
I just ride off into the sunset

A Slice of Pi

Pi-ku Haiku:

Lost an hour


A late sunset

From OSI via A Challenge for Pi Day: Write Your Own Pi-ku:

Today is March 14, 3/14, 3.14, or as it’s known to many unlikely to have other plans, Pi Day. I’m learning about a few ways Pi Day is celebrated by so-called mathletes. There are pie contests and pizza parties. Those who can recite more than just three digits do so out loud to no one in particular, and the Exploratorium in San Francisco holds an all-day celebration. And some people, we understand, write pi-ku—haiku about pi. I say we take it one step nerdier and make new rules. You don’t need to love math to love Pi Day!

First line: 3 syllables

Second line: 1 syllable

Third line: 4 syllables

Things seem so illusionary, but it’s the corners of my mind that scare me


Into you I direct
All my unwanted thoughts
The ones of self doubt
Sorrow, struggle, sadness and worry
My quagmire corner receives them all
In that place of muck and bog
Upon that slick and springy ground
They cannot find firm purchase
And lose their strength and power

Click on the graphic to see more poetry with this weeks prompt of “Quagmire”

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.


Prompt 117: Floating

I’m bobbing through life

River of calm and rapids

Combined and alive


It’s Friday and time to meet and greet some new friends. Link up and follow at any of these sites, I will see you there! Everyone have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend. We are heading to my brother’s house with MacD and Funsize to show off the new baby! There will also be food, games, relaxing, sunshine, pools and alcohol. Probably all in excess.

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A Mother’s Listening


OSI Prompt 58: Listening



It begins with mewls

And little soft cries of distress

Followed by demands

And never ending questions

Finally only phone calls 



I am off to get ready for Ladybug’s big birthday bash at the park. It appeared the weather was going to cooperate when I woke up this morning: It was already 70 degrees. But the last few hours there has been some really strong winds. I hope they go away by party time! Enjoy your Palm Sunday, everyone. God bless.

A thick skin is a gift from God


One Single Impression

OSI Prompt 45: Skin

What you are beneath
Radiates your true beauty
Shines through translucence

For more Haiku Friday, please visit A Mommy Story!

“And, after all, what is a lie? ‘Tis but the truth in a masquerade”


Inspired this week by OSIbadge‘s prompt of


Removing the mask
Of the life I was caught in
Liberating me
Behind the disguise
Was much hope, love and laughter
Released last night – Free

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Inspired this week by OSIbadge‘s prompt of


Is it letting go
Of feelings that drag you down
Just walking away

Is it becoming
The person you like better
Than you were before

Cherish that I have
Alternatives and options
To pick my life’s path

A fork in the trail
Not inclined to choose just yet
I’ll just rest here now

For more Haiku Friday, please visit A Mommy Story!

The Art Of Life


I paint the canvas of life
With colors rich and pure
Sometimes my strokes unsure and slow
The edges of existence bleeding and blurring
Other times my brush is keen and swift
My creation crisp and straight
The pondering of what will be revealed next
Is the force that keeps the image alive

Spring, The Tease of Summer

Although Summer hid, I knew she was near
For I caught glimpses of her ankles in a few warm dawnings
And espied her profile while running through the trees
She concealed herself behind a girth of cool skies and gray clouds
Teasing me with her peek-a-boo games of budding flowers and greening grasses
Dampening my pleasure with soggy visits of mist and fog
So I pursued her form, seeking to revisit the time we shared before
When at last I reached the spot where I’d last felt her warmth
I cast aside a layer of mulch and seasons, only to unearth her aura
Her spirit dancing ahead, taunting “Catch me if you can”

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