Notable Quotes March 2017 Part Two #quotes #pinterest


Hi hope you’re all having great March. Almost St. Patrick’s Day, green beer anyone? 

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Literary Lion: Fierce


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There was no girls volleyball team in high school after grade ten. Jenna went to the couch of the boy’s team and asked if she could practice volleyball with them. The couch reminded her it might be difficult but Jenna was fierce. She ran every set of lines the boys team did and she learned to take passes which left dark purple bruises on her forearms. She learned to do a jumping serve, with the ball landing over the net and neatly down the line. Jenna was passionate about volleyball and improving her skills. Despite her lack of reach, she passed or set every ball in her zone. Jenna’s hitting was powerful and her knowledge of plays and positions detailed. Finally, Jenna went to University and played with a girls team which went on to win Nationals four-years in a row — each year Jenna was a force on the team. They boys in high school had called her a panther: “Though she be little she was fierce.”

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Thanks to Laura from I Smith Words for the prompt panther in a story of 150 words or less.

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Poetry: Firelight and Sunshine


Firelight and Sunshine

Words are as the fireflies dancing in the light.
They feed my soul and learn me, but I wonder if you like
The shimmering of fire in the dimming sky, as night takes on it’s darkness and daylight breathes it’s final spiral.
I wonder if you like to say so much at all because silence always greets me when we’re across the distance
When you are there, and I am here, separation anxiety appeares and grasps me round my bloodied heart.
Squeezes me, my heart hurts too much in this starry light to beat.
I see in you a future, I see in you the light, I see in you a story – you and me each night
But time is quick to wale on me to beat me into anger
There is always something wrong with us, when everything’s so right
Communication I don’t want to force it but it’s become a fight I fear. I lose, you always win.
Silent as those words that never cross your lips.
Don’t you want to know me and understand me better.
I’m just trying to see you in the fierce fire light.
You flame and blaze a clear heart beat.
But why are you so silent, that Im afraid you’ll disappear.
Because in the reality of darkness your the shadow of man making tracks to me – then running away as fast as feet will fly.
And I’m all into fireflies and words that make night glow
I see a sensuality in the right words whispered
I get to know someone by the actions that they take. That they meet their word with actions and do not simply disappear.
Make time for me the clock strikes faster, the hands will crack if they go any quicker
Beware my footsteps light as air, creeping through the lighted wood far far away…
You don’t care anymore or are you just unaware?
And I don’t know if you can love me sufficiently enough
My I love you’s go unmet with the emptiness of distance and days.
Connection always fueled by a little less passion a little more torment from you and I will scream, a careful porcelain shattered
Unless you can learn to use your words, to speak, to share, to state
We will finally break, shards of sunlight splintered.