At the 2014 Celtic Fair in McDade, Texas
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It Takes Time
It Takes Time
It takes time to grow strong enough to
Cast a shadow such as this
Heal wounds ripping through my soul and flesh
Learn the sky starts at my feet
Catch the spring breezes
Accept my thorns
Life, it takes time
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Poem #8 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month
Too Early? Fiction Friday
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll
Too Early?
A little light shone through the broken shutters. Walking slowly towards the windows, Veronica stumbled over a lump of something. Please don’t be a dead person, she prayed, instantly religious.
Why did I think selling real estate was a good idea?
“Doesn’t need much,” the owner said. She wondered if he was a political speech writer.
The shutter came off the hinges as she opened it. What it needs, Veronica decided, is a wrecking ball.
She wondered if it was too early to drop by the pub. A cigarette and a drink, that’s what I need. And a new job.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
Abandon the Trail
Abandon the Trail
Stepping lightly, leaving only temporary traces
I pause at the patch of evening primroses
No one will find where I abandon the trail
Making my own way
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Poem #7 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month
Paths Crossed
White crowned sparrow in the yellow Lady Banks rose bush
Paths Crossed
A sparrow’s time is different than mine
Her actions much more determined
It’s dawn, time to feed
A long day awaits her
It is only by chance
Our paths crossed at the roses
She leaves its shelter to forage
I ready myself for the day, as well
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Poem #6 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month
