Tag Archives: Rhyme

Life, the next chapter!

It was as I suspected……I left because I knew.

At first I thought I mattered, which happens to NOT be true.

I spent my time writing words, from my heart, my soul and mind.

I felt like I was contributing to the goodness of mankind.

I offered my pearls of wisdom, shared what was on my heart.

I posted pictures of the life we live, the big and little parts.

But then one day I realized, I was spending too much time,

Writing words in stories and words in poems that rhymed.

I was hanging out with people who were social media friends.

It was fun to be in a dialog that never seemed to end.

One day, I rose from my chair. I put on my socks and shoes.

I went outside to take a walk. The sky was sunny and blue.

Oh how the air refreshed my lungs and the scenery was lovely to see.

I came upon a neighbor (who miraculously remembered me!)

We had a lovely little chat about changes that had occurred,

(while I was busy in cyber space where reality is often blurred).

I thought I’d be missed when I left, but it seems this isn’t so.

I heard from a few of my facebook friends who asked “where did you go?”

A very small group reached out to say “YOU have been duly missed!”

But truth be told, it was just a FEW who reached out from my fb list.

Social networks are addictive, we are hooked in no time flat.

We sit at our screens for time on end posting this and that.

So now I go for long, long walks, and read from my stacks of books.

I have reengaged in the real world and its been worth a second look.

It is fun to invest my newfound time in our home and grounds outside.

This is a our much loved private space where we feel a sense of pride.

I am happy now with much more time, and lots of ways to spend it.

I am spending more time in my garden and I am delighted I get to tend it!

 

Jjb/1/28/2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A writers all nighter!

A writers all nighter!

A writers all nighter!

If you’re looking for a writer,

who you cannot seem to find,

they’ve probably gone quietly off

to have a look inside their mind.

 

When loved ones become sleepy,

They slip off into cozy beds.

A writer sits with pen in hand,

and slips inside their head.

 

A writer forgets where they are,

as they mentally investigate,

how a story will come together,

while deciding their heroines fate.

 

Hours pass by like minutes.

Darkness grows to light.

Suddenly the writer grows weary,

for they’ve been writing throughout the night.

 

Their words keep them company.

They just never feel alone.

The characters in their book are friends

who make them feel at home.

JJB/2104