Why am I a writer?

I look back through my writings

wondering why I said those things

Wishing I had that spark

To inspire others to think

 

Should I write down those words

Should I document my thoughts 

Unknowing what they can hold

Believing in what I am taught

 

If this is 

some talent I have

then why can’t my words

speak louder than my mouth

 

My jumbled ideas

are just words on a page

to read for awhile

but not to remember a day

 

What does it mean

to have that title

to be a ‘writer’

if I can’t even rhyme ? 

 

If all the great poets

do it, then why can’t I

Is my answer in my question

perhaps I am not a great one

 

I don’t mean to depress

I just write what I think

Perhaps that is what 

writers do best

 

So maybe one day

I shall be like the rest

Maybe I will even say 

 a little sweet rhyme

 

Or maybe  future readers

will instead inspire

me to write deeper

with more truth in my words

 

It won’t be me, 

who has the light

but you who reads this

and shares my delight

 

There always is

that time to dream

And when I do

I just happen  to write

 

So continue to live

for it’s you that I write

The world is not my oyster

instead is my fight

 

It takes me by surprise

it opens my eyes

Makes me think a little harder

do a little better

 

Why, I ask myself

am I a writer

 

I suppose for instances such as this

that I can’t help but believe 

there are choices for us all

we must just pick our paths

 

Discover the good 

and also the bad

I suppose maybe

that is why I

 

am a writer. 

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An Older Brother

As I stared out my cloudy window 

The rain drops plunking down 

Hard, crisp, sounds splattered 

On the roof, the tin roof they pound. 

 

Once reflecting back

On the 80 years, I’ve lived

The thin smile barely bright

Yet, my heart is so light

 

When the clouds roll in

when the sun doesn’t shine

my feet want to leap

in the big wet puddle

 

The tender spot in my heart

is pulled by one person

He never seemed to cease

for making me special

 

 He threatened my boyfriends

some his own friends

He pushed away my bullies 

and wiped my tears they gave

 

He taught me things the world didn’t

Football, basketball, and an occasional  poker game

Nothing was sugar coated, yet he always was by my side

He was that kind of person, never changing. 

 

My wrinkled face crinkles a bit

Tears of remembrance, slide quickly down

For the best man I knew

I am talking of course

of my older brother 

 

So, I do continue to watch

maybe later I will go outside

Smell the scents of the air

taking time  feel him near

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year!

Hello everyone! 

It is that time again. The time of when people head to the gym, stop the sweets, go on a detox, and become more devoted to their friends and family. 

I normally don’t write down my NY Res. however, it is easier to do them if you remember what they all were. True, some of mine were getting in better shape, taking better care of myself. I mean, who doesn’t do that….think back on all the fudge and cookies and sweets, all those delicious foods we all savored over the holiday. Yes, it is time to get back in the swing on things. My Uncle once said, you might as well stuff your face at Christmas time. If not, when you start to get back in shape and you say I lost 10 pounds people will probably be like…ok. But if you gorge yourself on holiday foods and then say I lost 25 pounds! Then you will probably get more excitement. 🙂 

Thinking back on my oh so recent NYR. ( New year Resolutions) Other ones I have are to keep a journal. I really hope to keep this one up. I forget things sometimes, so I think if I kept a journal it would help. I also am deciding to do mine on line. On a writing software I have. I encourage you to, if you are thinking like me, do it on something you know well. I do love the idea of an actual book, but I don’t have one. Besides I was able to play on the software, and it really is going well.  I think it was really my sister that made me think about it. 

Another one of my resolutions is called Jar of happiness. You write down one good things that happened each day and then in the next month you read one. Originally you were suppose to do it every day. However, with me that wouldn’t work, and I think you should have set guidelines. That way it is easier to accomplish all you want. 

I also wrote out my prayers for this year. God does work in mysterious ways. It helps me to sometimes write down my prayers. I know when I look over them, He will have answered them. Another way, I have written down my prayers is through a bible study session I do with some girls. It’s called God Box. Once a week we talk, and at the end of the time we each get a note care. WE have neon colors, but you can do white ones as well. You write down all you want to tell God. Then the girl to your left prays for you. At the end you but the card in a box. We chose a clear one so you can see the colors in it. 🙂  ( Maybe later I will have pictures…we will see. 🙂 

So there are some of mine. I would love to hear some of yours. Enjoy reading 🙂 

~Blessings and Laughs~