Flying Kites by the Irish Sea

I wish I was there…

…by the Irish Sea.

Photo by me CMSFK

Dreams

There you were, laughing and giggling on a bright sunny day!  Your blue eyes dancing, your blonde hair blowing in the warm breeze as you ran alongside the wire fence as fast as your little 3 year old body could take you.

I pictured it vividly.  You wanted me to chase you!  There was so much love and happiness flowing out of your body, you couldn’t contain it!  You ran amongst the tall, lush grass that was speckled with pink, purple, and white wildflowers, almost getting lost in it’s height. 

I could hear the squeals of delight and the laughter fading away,

I loved you so much, so, so much.  And I still do…

CMSFK 2015

Then I awoke.  Tears sprang to my eyes.  It was a dream.  In all aspects of what a dream can mean.  A dream that you have while you are sleeping.

A daydream that you have of wishing for a better past…

Past or Present

Sometimes, words cannot describe how I am feeling.  Sometimes, I don’t know how I can go on.  To know what has been done in the past is simply too much  for one to handle…

…but here I am today, dwelling in the past as if maybe I can rethink it, it can be rebuilt.

Alas, there are no do-overs.

It is what it is.

Please stop telling me that if you forgive your past, you can move on.

No!

When your past affects the future there is simply no way to forgive your past or yourself.

Photo by CMSFK  (me)

John Lennon

John Lennon  ♥  10.09.40 – 12.08.80

Image Credit

Today marks the day of the birth of a true musical genius, a legend, a peacemaker.  A son, a husband, a father, a friend, and an inspiration to many.  (More than he could probably fathom.)  I often wonder if he were Here Today, what would he be doing?  I Imagine he’d be fighting for the rights of the minorities.  I Imagine he’d be at the forefront of race issues, gay issues, gun issues, and women’s rights.  John Lennon was an open-minded free-thinker, ahead of his time, and was loved by many. 

I was just 10 when the unthinkable happened.  I was just becoming familiar with The Beatles and didn’t know who he really was until that day.  I clearly remember, like it was yesterday, all the radio stations doing moments of silence; me, not quite understanding what happened.  The gloom that hung over society like grey clouds was unbearable….

As the years have passed nobody has forgotten Lennon; he didn’t get swept under the rug.  There was so much to this complex man and his way of thinking and advocating world peace; more than any of us, his fans, will ever know.  His legend lives on.

If you can’t Imagine, then can you agree with these lyrics?  I know so many people that “love” this song but if they really understood what he was trying to convey, they might think differently.

Maybe world leaders should give this song a better listen.

And if they did, good things are bound to happen.

Great things happen because of open-mindedness and willingness to accept people for who they are.

Imprisoned are the people who must live within their own closed minds.

Nothing but good things could come out of treating everyone as equals.

Educate yourselves. Knowledge is power to free your mind and escape your self-built prison.

CMSFK 10.8.15

Me, Imperfect

Writing Assignment #4 – Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment 

To say that I’m imperfect is quite fitting

      Malfunctional am I, is what I’m admitting…

Manqué seems to be the word of the day,

                         Maybe that is where the problems lay!

Maybe in that case, I should take up knitting!

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Skin Prose

My skin is fair as well as my hair.  Don’t judge me on my color because that is unfair.  You don’t know me and your probably never will.   So why are you saying that I think I am better than you?  Judgement, unfortunately will always exist but that is something that I have crossed off my list.  I do my best day in and day out and some days are harder than others and then myself, I start to doubt.

Stay strong, stay right, sleep on this tonight.

You don’t know me and you probably never will.

(Don’t have the photo credits to this image but here’s the credit for the website RBMS)

Gift Acrostic Poem

Gifting is something I was never good at.

In desperation, waiting for the last minute.

Fumbling as I wrap the paper and tie the ribbon.

Trepidation is what I’m feeling but all’s ok in the end.

Screen Haiku

My screen is screaming.

It shows all of my insides.

Powerless am I.