Journal Entry # 124 – Worry Fixes Nothing

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If something is wrong, fix it now. But train yourself not to worry, worry fixes nothing. — Ernest Hemingway

Journal Entry # 123 – Women Too!

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A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.  – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Past Eight

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Whistles silent,
brews stress pinched to the nape.
TV flickers black and white but can’t turn it off.
Frozen mittens dry from the blessed heat,
brings sweat with no one to blame.

Mumbles first, like there’s someone to fight back.
Then, the knee goes,
not worry, just wonder.
Past eight…

…old lady’s not home.

Forgotten Notes

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Let me sing to you, my daughter,
so I may make the strings of your heart,
play music that’s in between.

Journal Entry # 122 – Plant Those Trees

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Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.  – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Am I Write? # 2 – Never Doubt Yourself

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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” – Sylvia Plath

The Red Road

macro photography of pathwayI walked a path less travelled,
on a road covered in red.
Evergreens bowed before me,
to welcome back an old soul.
Draped, lonely…in silence.
A still that became my only friend.
There, my worries were sheltered,
protected by a forgotten trail.
That journey became ritual,
to protect me from blended reality.
I ran as soon as the sun would let me,
far away from the stranger who looked just like me.

 

Am I Write? # 1 – Let It Flow

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“But when people say, Did you always want to be a writer?, I have to say no! I always was a writer.” – Ursula Le Guin

That Song

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I remember that song.
Every note just for me.
Sweet melody,
aimed straight toward my heart.
Our souls in tandem with the music.
I’d bathe in the cast of your light.
You with that grin.
I’m there sometimes,
when I go back,
for a listen…just for me.

Journal Entry # 121 – Be Yourself

silhouette photography of group of people jumping during golden timeTo be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson