Photo (Collage) Challenge: Poem – Cinquin – “What Love Means” #taleweavers #amwriting #poetry 


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt:

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Image Provide by: MindLoves Misery Menagerie

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Love it —

Must be more than, 

What Emma simply says, 

When You’re losing, 

Your teeth.

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She says, 

Quite clearly, 

And she’s only six-years, 

But she’s wise for —

Her age.

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Wisdom, 

Just children have, 

Amaze adults revealing that, 

Love is more than, 

We think.

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Complete, 

And comfortable, 

Smiling without teeth ’cause, 

Your friends love you,

For you.

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No matter, 

You’re missing teeth, 

And have gapes in your mouth, 

Friends care not, love —

Anyways.

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Of all, 

Kids’ memories, 

The best to remember, 

Innocence made.

Without —

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Judgement, 

Only fighting, 

Over favourite toys,

Grudges not kept, 

Hands held. 

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Pets like,

Favourite cats,

Laughing at penguins from, 

Favourite movies loved, 

With Friends.

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Second —

Homes, each other’s —

Houses; kids come and go, 

Colouring, 

Painting. 

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Spending, 

Childhood doing, 

All the activities kids, 

Should be doing, 

Laughing —

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Over, 

Funny things told, 

Not really funny but, 

Giggling stuck, 

Can’t stop.

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As kids, 

Laugh at every, 

Age; children’s innocence, 

Refreshing and, 

So kind.

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Especially, 

When they teach us, 

Lessons like to love anyway, 

Family and friends, 

Anyone.

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Kids play, 

Not realizing, 

World’s complicated; let —

Children be free

Always.

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Poem: Free Verse – “Second Chance Child” #amwriting #fiction #poetry #adoption


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Ageless pages, in words transform, 

Who are you to be so adorable? 

Dreaming in daylight, waking in sleep;

Cherub cheeks and supple skin, 

Bright eyes so blue and curious, 

A baby giggling, gurgling.

So mysterious, you came from —

A woman who wouldn’t mother you;

Maybe she couldn’t? Or perhaps, she refused?

But I wonder how she shut herself off from you? 

Leaving your beautiful face, curious reflection

Your cutesy, adorable infant-self, 

Imprinting on another woman.

We all know you’re little, need protection, 

We need remember you’re delicate, cuddle you close.

She didn’t know; how could she not?

How did she leave? 

And when you were adopted and grew,

Did you care anymore? Yet being so small, 

The new woman before you, you loved.

She became the lights in your eyes, the stars in your sky, 

Until half-grown one day, walking with friends, 

You overheard parents talking of you –adopted? 

Such conflicting feelings and such anger, 

Wrapped in teenaged angst. 

Why didn’t she want you? 

She gave you away;

You’re mad at the woman who raised you, 

Your real mother, but not by blood.

Because in your adopted mother’s face you see, 

The face of the one who left you alone.

On those cold wet cement steps (you learn),

Before you could do anything.

Defenceless, you imagine yourself a babe, 

Left to die — or be found by someone horrible. 

But you are here and here you are

The day you find your first mother, 

The biological one you loath, 

You see the drug affects, the needle tracts, 

On her arms, the scars, and the abuse. 

Forty-something woman seems as if she’s sixty hard-lived.

Skin as leather, smoker’s cough, raspy voice, 

Shows you a picture of a much prettier woman, 

Her so young, walking the wrong path. 

Now she’s smiling and patting your hand, 

So relieved you’ve come to see her now. 

One wonderful and beautiful thing she birthed. 

She erases the rage you’ve acquired, 

Makes you feel not so mad because you know, 

She didn’t want you to be her one day.

So she did what she had to do for youshe sacrificed. 

And you mourn for her, for you —

All the time you wasted hating.

When at home lives your real mother,

And before you lies a stranger,

Your biological connection to her dying.

A string formed between you of DNA;

A reason she gave you up, 

To live and thrive through life a better way.

So, young one, I hope you do. 

Your second chance, 

Has always been yours

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Writing 101: Simple Acts – The Mundane Demonstrates Love. #everydayinspiration


This writing 101 prompt is to experiment with word count. I usually, don’t limit my posts unless I have to. Some of the hardest pieces I write can only be 100 words long. But since I have a choice, I’m going to write and see what comes out.

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There is a beginning and and an end to a story. Then there is the inbetween. Often, the inbetween is the part of the story we skip over, we miss the everyday mundane details of our characters lives which would bore many readers. But it is fascinating that in real life, the simple and mundane acts in life can be the most meaningful: 

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Everyday for the past three or four-years, my Dad cuts up a bowl of fruit for me in the morning. He started to do it when a Chinese student was staying in our house to finish her last two years of highschool and later attend University where we live.

Sometimes, the student didn’t eat her fruit, so I would eat it when I woke up later in the morning. One day I ate a bowl of fruit left on the table and my Dad came back from his run:

“Did you eat the bowl of fruit on the table?” he asked me.

“Yes, I thought it was Cristina’s and she didn’t have time to eat it,” I said feeling like a little child being scolded.

“I don’t mind cutting you a bowl of fruit Amanda but that was my bowl of fruit. I cut it so it would be ready when I came home from my run.”

“I’m sorry,” I said alarmed. “I wouldn’t have eaten it if I knew it was yours.” 

“It’s no trouble; I’ll cut an extra bowl of fruit it the morning. It’s not any extra work for me.” My Dad said smiling.

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Cristina (the student) has moved out but almost every morning when I wake up around 10:30am, there is a bowl of fruit waiting for me. 

As my Dad allows his grown-up daughter to live in his house (on cheap rent) because of her health, he cuts this same daughter fruit for breakfast. They’re both simple things, but they let me know to him even though I’m an adult, I’m still his little squirell and he loves me a great deal. They are mundane acts which demonstrates my Dad loves me more than any grander gesture could.

How many times do we go by those we love in our lives, not demonstrating our love? Yes in their hearts our loved ones know we love them. But it’s small gestures each day which truly show what we feel for our loved ones. Hugs and pats on the back; saying you love them or appreciate something they did out loud; little treats such as baking or buying them their favourite cookies or ice cream; doing something to make a loved ones life easier; or doing things they appreciate. Simple mundane tasks and moments of thought. The inbetween is where life counts.

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Not Ready for Kids


” Look at the girl in that back seat signing to us,” Eve told Adam, pointing. ” How cute, she must be bored from the long car ride.” Adam scoffed.

” What is it with you and kids?” Adam asked Eve, ” You love my bratty nieces and nephews  and now you adore some little girl in a passing car’s window?”

” What’s wrong with liking kids? Your sister’s kids are well behaved and they like me as much as I like them.”

“Do you have to talk about kids? Can’t we be childless adults in our thirties? I feel as if you’re suggesting we should have kids.” Adam told Eve, appearing wan. 

Eve began to laugh boisterously.”It’s not funny,” Adam said trying not to smile.

“It’s hilarious Adam. You’re the only kid I can handle right now.” Eve said rubbing Adam’s arm.”Maybe, when you stop getting us kicked out of the bar, we can think about children.” 

“Eden, the bar we went to last night?” Adam asked,”I don’t remember drinking that much. . .Wait a minute! Who are you to talk Eve? You’re the one who kept buying me drinks last night, temptress.” 

Eve smiled. “Nope, I guess we’re not ready for kids.”

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Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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A List of Ways I Show Love to the People I Love and A List of the Small Ways I Celebrate in Life.


Thanks to La Duchesse D’erat for the list prompts this week:

A. How we show love to the people we love

B. How we celebrate.

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Showing Love

1. I buy flowers for the women in my life (flowers they would like) such as my Mom, friend, or Godmother every now and then so they feel appreciated and because some of them don’t receive flowers from their husbands often.

2. I buy sweet treats for some of people in my life such as my brothers, Dad, Mom, and friends. Favourites are Gluten Free Macaroon cookies from Cookies by George or Gluten Free cupcakes of any flavour for my Dad. Everyone else enjoys Purdy’s Mint Melties, Hedge Hogs, Sweet Georgia Browns, Plane Milk Chocolate, or Coconut Cream Chocolate bars. Cupcakes, mainly chocolate ones work too.

3. I send notes in the mail to my Grandmas who I can’t see as often as I wish. I wrote my Grandma Reeder a poem and mailed it to her and I try to remember my Grandmas on their Birthday’s and at Christmas time, with a card and a treat when we visit.

4. I spoil my bestfriends with birthday presents such as giftcards to stores they would enjoy, makeup they would like, or a mixture of items that are about their tastes. I try to visit my friends as best as I can but it’s always nice to be remembered on your birthday. Wine works great, a nice red wine does the trick! 

5. I bake treats sometimes like chocolate fudge brownies, rhubarb cake, chocolate turtle squares, chocolate chip cookies, and apple sauce branmuffins for my family to enjoy.

6. I do extra cleaning at home or I try to remember to do a job the way my parents like the job to be done. 

7. Once in a while, I take a family member, friend, or favourite date out for dinner and pay for it, whatever they like to eat including drinks and dessert. I trust these people so I know they won’t go overboard.

8. I talk with friends family often and I listen well and let them say whatever they need to say. If they’re looking for input, I give thoughtful input. I’m also complimentary when I talk to people, trying to find good and nice aspects about them. It’s much easier to get along with people when they don’t see you as a threat or competition. This being said, I’m honest if they truly want my opinion or they are hurtful to me; I’m no doormat.

9. I pray for everyone I can remember at night. Everyone needs prayer and I don’t always remember those I need to remember, but I attempt to get everyone in my prayer. I pray for those people who make my life miserable too because at times the best way to deal with them is to pray for them.

10. I share my faith in Christ and God in my writing, and I try to show my faith in my actions and voice. By no means am I perfect, and I miss many chances to witness but I try and the Holy Spirit guides me. If you have something that is utterly life changing and gives hope you want to share it. 

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Celebrating 

1. Well into my twenties, I would celebrate the end of the week, stress from work, and or school, by going out and drinking and dancing; especially, after midterms or finals. These days, I feel a two-day hangover is not worth it. When I was younger it only took a morning to bounce back, but two or three glasses of wine with the ladies is divine, with the occasional night out to dance.

2. I will get dessert when I go out for supper. Something that is chocolate cake with Carmel sauce and ice cream if the dessert menu is sufficient. I usually never order dessert otherwise.

3. I go out and do something with a friend(s) whether that be dancing, supper, drinks, movies, coffee, yoga, brunch, or walking. It’s fantastic to be with your favourite people and share your good news in a great conversation.

4. I shop or plan to shop for a new outfit or cute shoes if I’m able.

5. If I’m only giving myself a small reward, I will go buy myself a package of Three Lindt chocolate balls or an ice cream sandwich. I suppose I’m too motivated by food.

6. I go on vacation, celebrating each year and all it’s trials and good times too. Doesn’t have to be anywhere big, only a week in a fresh city with new things to do and see.

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Echos of My Neighbourhood: Bright Spots in Life on a Tired Thursday


Do you ever have days where you feel tired and run down. For some reason you woke up too early in the morning and you’re not able to finish some of the things you would like to have finished in the day? Today is a day like that for me. So, I try to stay optimistic and I find ‘bright spots,’ small things in the day that make me happy and make me feel more relaxed. Here are some objects that help brighten my day:

 

Instyle Magazine March 2016 Edition (Amanda Eifert)
 
1. I love to receive a magazine in the mail. It brightens my day. I have been loving Instyle for awhile now. It’s my favourite women’s fashion and beauty magazine. Also, Instyle does great interviews on ‘up and coming’ and already famous celebrities. But who am I kidding, it’s all about the fashion and the fashion advertisements, I love it! Not to mention, if you order the subscription by mail, you can get it on your tablet for free. I adore looking through the paper edition because it’s there right in front of you and is tangible and inspiring. It has many pictures so having a paper copy is a must. Then I go into my tablet edition and click on all the ads and links and find about all these interesting shops and products. There’s truly a whole world of information in this magazine that is only available online.

 

Tea Ball (Amanda Eifert)
 
2. I don’t know quite what you call this thing but it looks so fun doesn’t it? I received it  as part of a present from my friend S. It’s a tea ball made of rubber. You put a teaspoon of your favourite tea leaves in the grey piece with holes in it and attach the grey piece to the flower. You let the tea ball float in your teacup and then when you are done with it being in your tea, you place it in the red rubber pot so you do not get water drippings everywhere. It makes me smile when I use it because it’s bright, colourful, and cute. It’s a unique item and a great idea for a tea ball.

 

David’s Chocolate Tea (Amanda Eifert)
 
3. How could I not know that there was such a thing as chocolate tea? I didn’t know until I went to my friend S’s condo and that was the only kind of tea she had. I was leary of chocolate tea at first. The slight bitterness of black teas with chocolate in them and peppermint, I wasn’t sure. But I tried it and it is so delicious. I have never tried any of David’s Tea before, I have another favourite tea shop I frequent. But this tea is so good and has some caffeine which helps a great deal when you are tired. Thank you S for the chocolate tea, it’s amazing.

 

Hair Elastics (Amanda Eifert)
 
4. These are hair bands from Shoppers Drug Mart. You can find a package almost anywhere for about $8.00. They are the perfect elastic to put your hair up and do nothing with it or if you are feeling as if you want your hair to look good, you can put your hair in a messy bun using these bands and they are easier on your hair than clear elastics. They don’t hold their size so well but you can wind them around your hair two or three times and they still work fantastically. It makes the day easier when you don’t have to deal with hair in your face.

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Thanks to Jacqueline for hosting the Echos of My Neighbourhood challenge every Thursday. 

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Poem: “Beautiful for him.”



This is the day before I meet you, this is a day we could remember someday down the road. But lets meet first.

I have showered using fragrant shower gel; I have scrubbed my body and my face. I have shaved and waxed so carefully all to have the smoothest skin you’ve ever touched.

I am slathering myself up in sweet smelling body butter, my toes are a pedicured gold and my fingernails passion pink.

My hair has been washed and conditioned twice, and towel dried before I put my products in (spray in conditioner and moose).

I have blow-dried my hair carefully to get volume in the back. Rolling the brush around my blonde strands before curling them artfully with a curling rod.

My face is tonerized, moisturized, serumized, and I have used makeup primer, there’s no way my makeup is coming off.

I have delicately put on foundation, concealer, and barely there eye shadow. I made my makeup subtle with a light pink lipstick — I don’t want my lipstick to show up on you.

I wanted to look natural because men like their woman not to look overdone. But I know an extra coat of mascara makes my eyes look bigger.

I sprayed on my favourite perfume Chance by Chanel and sprayed my hair loosely in place. Just enough, you can run your fingers through it.

I am dressed casually so it looks as if I didn’t try too hard. But you know that casual is hard work. Well I’ll know, you’ll glance at the time on your phone in the car for the third time. . .

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But then, you’ll call to say that we cannot meet today, you are going away. After, I was getting ready for you. To make a good impression.

You said this to me so last minute, I thought maybe you don’t wan’t to meet me for real. But I remembered you said you thought I was cute.

So here am I, dressed up with no place to go. That’s the last time I dress and beautify myself for a man. Next time I’ll only do it for me.

That’s what I say, until the next guy I like…

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