Reblog – TASTE OF SADNESS by Onah

Although written quite some time ago, Onah really captures the current atmosphere well in this piece.

HUMEPOETS

sad

Have you
ever been
so sad

That you felt
your heart
disintegrating
piece by piece

Your soul
withered

Your spirit
dissipated
like smoke
in the wind

Nothing makes
sense

Except the taste
of sadness.

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This year has been exceptionally odd so far.

Frankly, between the impeachment and now this COVID-19 pandemic, I’m feeling a bit unsure of how life will go on from here. Add to that, it’s an election year. 2020 will go down as one of the most controversial of my lifetime. The creation of all these current restrictions for safety and the need for isolation has literally changed our world as well. Let’s just say, it has made me reevaluate some things. Maybe for you too?

This pandemic is something unlike anything we have ever encountered before and probably will not have to face to this extent ever again, if we are lucky. I’m sure we’re all feeling a little unsteady as friends, family, communities, work-life and pretty much every facet of life is experiencing this gigantic and unexpected plot twist.

Current events got me thinking about a lot of things especially about the people I’m connected with for whatever reason. Some I know mostly offline, others online and offline, and some it’s only online and we’ve literally never met. I’m thankful for social media connections but these platforms don’t necessarily keep us in touch all the time. It is nice though when we do “talk” from time to time, so thank you for that. If this year teaches us anything, maybe fortifying connections will be one thing we’ll do right?

Let me get to the point of this post and why I decided to send it out on this platform. I’ve been genuinely wondering how everyone is feeling this year. With my own feelings being off-kilter at times, I thought I surely can’t be the only one. Since social media doesn’t always give us an accurate picture of people’s lives, my thought was “let’s talk about what’s going on.” I really think it’s ok to feel whatever we are feeling right now but keeping connected through it is also key.

So how is everything impacting you? Need to rant or cry? Have you found unexpected positives during these times? Do you have a close social network that you can reach out to if things are not going so well for you? Have you been able to keep the stress level down enough to not feel overwhelmed? Have you started something new? Is there anything you need to feel better? Feel free to comment here or if you’d rather have a private conversation, email me at sushibocks@gmail.com

I look forward to hearing from you but if not (and that’s ok too, whatever you feel comfortable with), I just wanted to let you know that I care.

A Love Eternal

 

The fantasy of time travel reveals a love so captivating it transcends time.
“Oh Richard, you are here!”
And they finally lived happily ever after.

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Captivating, VJ’s Weekly Challenge #91 – Transported & Sadje’s What do you see #24

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Wait, did she do a challenge or write a movie review?
Does it matter? LOL
What a wonderful way to spend 1 hour and 48 minutes. 🙂
**SPOILER ALERT – You may shed a few or a hundred tears.

 

#Whatdoyousee

Reblog – Twenty-Five Years by Jeanne Marie

Being in a long-term relationship doesn’t always mean it is a happy one. :_(

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

Twenty-five years she has spent waiting.
Will he love her tonight?
Waiting for him to shut off the TV,
Put the football to bed.
Dance her around the kitchen,
Arms around her so tight.
But it’s late when the game is over,
and all she gets is a quick kiss with his,
“I’m tired. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
Twenty-five years she can’t erase.
In the mirror she sees old pain in her eyes
Remnants of twenty-five years of fights.
Wrinkles dust her once smooth face.
Wrinkles she did not see yesterday
The wrinkles a present of time
Now permanently in place.
Her dreams will never
One magical day come true
Because she wasted her youth
Longing for love from you.
Wrinkles tell her that one day at a time
She threw twenty-five years away
She has waited far too long
To find her happy ever-after someday.
No strong arms…

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Our Leader Has Failed Us

The battle against COVID-19 raged on insidiously in the United States of America. “Flatten the curve,” the new mantra now, doesn’t feel useful. I tried every day to intentionally carve out some time to not be so sad about the spread in my area. At home, where I am free from death, it still felt like being a prisoner in the movie “The Platform.” At night, looking up at the moon, I wished we could escape all this death around us.

Oh, the lives lost because of the lies uttered by the orange-tinted excrement in the White House! Damn him!

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

Call For Submissions!

Just a quick reminder! 🙂 Happy Sunday!

I Write Her

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Just a reminder – if you know how to make a big impression with a few words – I WANT YOU to submit your original work to The Short of It!

I’m accepting creations all year round. Accepted work will be featured here. Ultimately, the goal will be to publish an annual anthology. Please feel free to share this with anyone and everybody you know who is interested in creating micro-poetry or short pieces of writing. More information about the submission guidelines can be found by clicking this link.

Looking forward to reading your masterpieces! 🙂

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