My writing group is getting together tonight to recite personal poems with a winter theme. I decided my poem would be about the peace I experience in front of my nice-looking…but fake fireplace. R.I.P, mom and dad. Love you both. The sky turns a dark shade of gray as the sun’s golden light fades away. The snowflakes arrive with a…
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My Name Created The Limerick
One day at work, I noticed associates would call me Daryl at times instead of Darnell. I found this, as Mr. Spock would say, “Fascinating” because these people were not new employees. They’ve known me for many years but still, at times would greet me as Daryl, David, or Donnell. A guy I worked with (I’ll call him Frank) noticed…
A New Year
My writing group chose the prompt: The Start Of The New Year. Here’s what I came up with: The aroma of pine needles stubbornly clung to the air, a ghost of Christmas past. January had arrived, cloaked in fog and silence, a stark contrast to the snowy merriment of December. Amelia was taking down the last of the holiday decorations…
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