#FOWC, Politics, Word Prompts

My First Political Limerick

Fandango does it again, the perfect prompt for my LIMERICK!

Coming Soon May 12!

Observed annually on May 12, National Limerick Day celebrates the birthday of English artist, illustrator, author and poet Edward Lear (May 12, 1812 – Jan. 29, 1888). Lear is known mostly for his literary nonsense in poetry, prose, and limericks.
Anyway, rules to remember besides being silly are, it’s five lines long
The first two lines rhyme with each other and with the fifth line
The third and fourth lines also rhyme
Limericks are also supposed to have a certain rhythm.

There was once an election!
And LEFT had their selection,
Surprise, anyway!
Which wrought the hearsay.
The upshot — insurrection!

 (A Limerick)  It’s supposed to be nonsense, ANYWAY like the politics and media of today!

scratch

#FOWC, dVerse

Purest of the Pure

Finest IS as finest WAS
As Truth IS still true today
Everything changes except Truth
The same, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
What is Truth? You might say
Truth is the finest of the finest
The highest of the high
Purest of the pure!
Why choose anything less
If truth changes — it never was
Your finest hour begins with truth
A love for truth the finest gift
The truth will set you free!

 

dVerse

FOWC

Daily Inkling, true story, Word Prompts

Daily Inkling — My True Story!

Usually, I don’t post within my blogs anything personal; because my life is not that interesting and who cares that I burned the dinner last night anyway.

Today however the “Daily Inkling” stimulated an emotion, upon reading the prompt, inviting all to write about anything we might have with a signature and what that means to us.

My story starts here: While caring for my mother, who passed away six years ago at the early age of 98 — remembering her pleasant smile always, a gift to me, a memory and rare for someone unable to get out of bed; someone who spent her last ten months looking at the ceiling. My husband knew I had this responsibility of caring for her, all his plans of traveling here and there with me now on hold. The irony: He passed away exactly one year before her, November 2012 and she departed November 2013, just one day shy.
After they were gone; while going through their things, sorting, sifting, and separating whenever I found even just a tiny piece of their writings whether, on a note or scrap of paper, I stopped and stared at it in wonder. It was as if I saw for the first time their mindset or spirit. I thought, why did she scribble all those random words, what did they mean to her at that time? Thinking again, why did he draw that diagram, was it for me to understand something?
I kept those tiny pieces of treasures, little bits of their life that now became a precious gift, if only to myself.

Why do I blog? I imagine my loved ones TODAY perceive my blog here, they smile as they read my writings, composing of poems are a passing activity to keep my mind sharp, a hobby; while I whittle the time away!

Little do they know!

My desire for them to awaken, through the same discovering experience I received, they too will realize my written thoughts will become more than a passing activity. My family will read them in a new light. My vision for them to see ME again, to recognize and treasure any truths I learned during my journey we call life.