This blog was born after I turned 50, with a little nudging from my family. I write from the heart, focusing mainly on Romance, inspired by my husband of 24 years. However, I also write to inspire, to create smiles, laughter or an uplifting moment to move forward in life. Humor is a big part of who I am. I love to laugh and I love those who make laugh. And lastly, you'll find some tears along your journey here. Life is not all smiles, but it's getting through the trials with the love of our family and friends that is most important. I appreciate you stopping by and I hope you enjoyed and found something you resonated with...Lauren
I heard about this poetry form, Cinquain, during one of my visits to http://purplesplatitudes.wordpress.com. If you get the chance, stop by Michael’s blog. His writing is wonderful and he ventures into different poetry forms and emotions. I know you won’t be disappointed!
I would definitely call these “rough drafts” and more practicing is in the future, but I hope you enjoy…♥
When they were Young
Giggles, barefoot on cool grass, swinging in summer breeze, smiles bigger than Texas state the past
Covered ears with shaky hands, unbelievable echos of pain flow in and out fear not?
We were rising, riding to the top with patches of green below. I could have almost touched the sky. My skin warmed with each look from the blue in your eyes. You looked at me with devotion, but you had something up your sleeve. Our life’s path was about to change; an anticipated detour for both hearts. Nothing would ever be the same, in a good way, like the fairytale that replayed in my dreams. This place was enchanting, so close to Heaven, where flowers bloomed and time stood still and God gave His blessing. The bubbly was on standby, I didn’t know at the time…for this was where you asked me to be your Wife, to share each high, low, day and night and where you said those three sweet words to me for Life.
Just yesterday, the score was even but now I see you’re in the lead. I apologize for my lack of attention to the rules or understanding a clearer strategy. I was never the best at playing games. You were so much better than me.
You had me fooled with your moves sweet as honey, though, I still feel like a winner in the best of reality. They say hind-sight is twenty-twenty and now I believe it to be so. For with or without you, I’m no longer feeling empty and you are now nothing but a bitter memory.
Maybe one day we’ll understand why then again, life isn’t black and white It’s not kind and it’s not fair sometimes, very hard to bear Walls will crumble now and then but the sun will shine once again We need to trust in Him for strength keeping fear at arm’s length He’ll guide us through the blues on this journey we didn’t choose In our hearts, hope will stay alive and in prayer we will thrive
Some days the mirror searches and I let out a sigh those times I’d rather not be me, myself or I What’s more, I’m tired of the manner in which my smile smiles I’ve never been content throughout my lifetime’s miles
I will honestly admit, though, with my chin to the skies I’ve been pretty satisfied with both of my eyes Now you ask about my nose and my nose is quite compatible not only for its shape, but for its job so valuable
It somehow brings to balance all the artwork on my face and I kind of like my hair, while its color has been graced My body, well, that’s a tale I’d prefer to let alone I’ll refrain from complaints here; I’ll do that at home
I could go on and on, but I think I’ll move that mirror
so next time when I’m getting ready, I’ll see things much clearer and after putting much more thought into this conversation I think I’ll just be grateful and pass on alterations
Where is it? I can not plainly see; just where can it be? Why must I sit in this brain fog for eternity? I stare at the page It stares right back How rude can it be when I’m in a pickle It gives me flack while I float through this riddle I’m tired of searching My muscles ache and my aching bones groan I’d love to escape from this unpleasant zone So if you see it walk by please give me a shout and block its way out It’s been quite uncomfortable living in this drought