Love Letter

Love Letter

What would I write to you, my love?
If I were away for a time from you
would I say I miss you and cannot wait
until I see your hazel eyes again?

What would I think about without you, my love?
Would I be thinking of all the things we did together
or would I think about how I do not wants to do things without you?

What would I feel without you, my love?
Would my heart break into pieces so sharded there was no hope
of putting it back together again
or would my eyes parch from endless tears?

Where would I be without you, my love?
Would I be lost in this world, alone and afraid
or would I realize that you are always near and dear to me in my heart?
What would I write to you, my love?

I would write about how I miss you
I would write about how I cannot wait to see you
I would write about how plans are to be made of adventures
I would write about our hearts being entwined as one
And I would seal the letter with my tears
knowing that one day soon I will see you again
That’s what I would do, my love
So, there you have it! Day #22 of National Poetry Month
Thanks for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt:
For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem. Maybe write a poem that would fit on a postcard or in a letter. Or write a poem about correspondence school. Or jump into newer forms of correspondence like e-mail or text messaging. Of course, not all correspondence is connected to communicating; sometimes one thing corresponds to another by being similar.

Short Fiction

Every 1000 Miles

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Every 1000 Miles

Throwing the wrench to the gravel, Gloria wiped oily sweat from her brow, glared at Autrey and cried, “I’m just not getting this figured out, what’s the point if I keep doing this wrong?”

Chawing on his last wad of tobacco, Autrey spat out a bit, winked at his bride, and spoke, “Aww Glo, baby, you knows how to do this, just give yourself another chance, you’ve helped me many times, I know you got this.”

Sucking in a deep breath, then swigging her sweet tea, Gloria scratched her greased up nose and squatted by the pickup, “I just can’t seem to get that filter loose, it usually comes right off, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Lemme check somethin’, baby,” Crouching down on the ground, Autrey peered under the truck and looked around, sliding underneath on the tarp, he tapped around the filter and it came right off; All knowing that Gloria didn’t see him take the filter off, he slightly set it so it would easily come off, “it’s looking okay, babe, just give it another try, sometimes these things can be stubborn.”

Sliding back under the pickup, Gloria got the filter undone and completed the oil change, with no more hitches; gleaming at the thought of a job well done, she grinned at Autrey and said, “it just needed your magic touch, honey, thank you.”

And so it went every so often until it was time; allowing for the pain and resolution of life’s span they bantered over changing the oil, every 1,000 miles; until Gloria was on her own, when she changed the oil on the old pickup, she heard a tap, tap, tap and Autrey saved her, one more time.

There you have it! It’s Six Sentence Story time! Thanks to Girlie On The Edge

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂


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Little Did I Know

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Little Did I Know

What you might see
on the surface
is not necessarily
what is so

Little did I know
when they took
an interest
in my heart
the beat of my heart would become their own
the rhythm of my song
would become their own
the splatter of my paint
would become their own

It was only when
I found out
I didn’t know who I was anymore

The light came on

My heart started a rhythm
to the song I owned
my paint became brilliant
to my own eyes

Little did I know
but I know now
it was the rhythm of the rain
that made me grow

National Poetry Month Day 18 has been penned. Thanks to the prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides: “For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Little (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Little Guy,” “Little Richard,” “Little Mermaid,” “Little Italy,” and “Little Words That Pack a Big Punch.” I think if you think about it for a little bit, you’ll find a big (or little) poem to write.”



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Reasons why I love you-in no particular order

Sparks of romance
Laughter plenty

Reasons why I can never let you go

Sparks of romance
Laughter plenty

Reasons why I will continue to be yours

All of the above and one more
Connectedness, not possible with another living soul

And there you have it, love

You are stuck with me
Or so I hope

It all depends on how you feel


There’s my day #17 National Poetry Month poem!
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides was my prompt source:

“For today’s prompt, write a reason poem. If this prompt seems unreasonable, just remember all the reasons you write poetry or enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, etc. Or provide a reasoned argument for your lack of reason. Only you know your reasons.”


Always be Prepared

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Always be Prepared

The weather person
predicts the weather
putting on my raincoat
or heavy coat
toting an umbrella
just in case

Always be prepared

Predictions may be based on science
but life has it’s own little quirks
where other matters
or not
of life
take over control
because we let them
or not

Don’t trust predictions
be prepared

My sister predicted
my heart would be broken
based on science
and maybe some sorted arts

Putting my life back together
I discovered
what works well

Don’t trust predictions
Always be prepared

This is day #15 of National Poetry Month! I wrote to a prompt from
Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides
“For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.”