Pirates had swords. I like swords. I like books and movies with swords and pirates.
I’ve added an update to this post.
April is National Poetry Month, and I’ve joined a poetry challenge, which is to write a poem a day for thirty days using a different poetry form each day. If you would like to follow along (or join the challenge), this is where the poem prompts originate: Stephanie Says So.
Update: It’s just a year ago that I made the decision to turn around, and then not go on to Idaho to see my folks. I’ve come to terms (most days) with the regret I felt. I can’t believe it’s been almost a full year since Dad died. I miss him so much. I’m glad for the time I was able to spend with him. And, I’ve been doing my best to spend time with Mom, while she’s still here. Treasure the time you have. You never know when it will be taken from you.
Day 24 —…
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Instead of continuing to loathe my body. I have come to terms with and be at peace (most of the time) about my physical size and shape — in the process, I’ve been able to let go of the shame too. In a paradoxical turn of events, accepting myself where I was at was a key step for making changes that have led to a healthier, happier me.
I first became acquainted with this piece when I watched the movie Dead Poets Society, and one of the boys quotes it to a girl to impress her, and of course, she swoons. I mean who wouldn't, it's a poem praising beauty — and oh so elegantly
In ONE WEEKEND the floor went in, the cupboards went it, nearly all of the plumbing went in, and my son figured out the electrical for it all. I came up with the layout that takes advantage of the cupboards we had to work with and all of the elements so it works together. And there are plenty of places to put a trash can just in case you were wondering.
Powder rooms, unlike powder baths, are charming, which is why The Book Nook Inn's bathroom door is labeled, Powder Room — because a room that features butterflies simply has to be charming. Right?
I wanted characters with depth, stories with meaning, and emotion that was earned, not served like pablum to an infant. I finished nearly every book I picked up because that seemed to be an unwritten reader’s rule. It was a liberating day, the day I discovered that I didn’t have to finish a book if I lost interest or the writing was awful.
Dandelion Wine - it left me truly considering if I simply needed a bottle of dandelion wine to appreciate the journey. However, despite that, I am glad I finished reading it because of the beauty of the prose.
Raggedy Ann was a constant companion of my childhood. Today she is the inspiration for my poem.
I've always loved stars. Gazing into the night sky, their light shining and lighting things up. So far away, yet I yearn to reach the stars.