This prompt from Fandango is all about the quote. I love this quote as it is about faith, not religion. I believe in a higher power of some sort, call it Mother Nature, Father Earth, Science, whatever there is a “force” greater than myself. So this quote has always been a favorite of mine.
“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.” – Rabindranath Tagore
For Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #26 – your favorite quote
Nothing
That is what I feel late at night
Nothing
That is what I have to hold
Nothing
That is what my days are
Nothing
That is my life
Nothing
…nothing left to fight for
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – nothing
There are no words
To adequately express
How I feel when I see
Another follower reading me
I’ve written for years
A long time for myself
But to have others like it
I thought I’d never have a shot
But now I see an impossibility
Within my writing’s reach
I am nearing a thousand readers
It leaves me without speech
There is nothing I can say
But the most basic of things
From the depths of my heart
I thank you for reading
***
In addition I want to take a moment to thank those whose blogs I read that inspire me everyday. Those who take the time to comment on my writing – whether good or bad I want to know what you think. And even those who just drop by to read occasionally instead of following. You all make my day!
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #25 – thank your followers
I am hoping for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow… I am going through a doctor prescribed med change and sleeping a LOT. So I am falling further behind. In hopes to catch up I may do a couple of simple posts… this is one of them. This is a great version of this song from Wizard of Oz…
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – somewhere
A fun fact… most of the big ones I have at some time covered with a portion of a post. So, I am going back to a special thing I did that I can barely remember but I had a love hate relationship with it. Back in the day (early 70s), at least around here, there was a class you could take through parks and rec that was a skill I have used zero times in my life.
Both my sister and I took a class for baton twirling. It was very big for baton twirlers to be at the state fair talent search, and the occasional marching band, but your average citizen does not need that skill. I loved the class because my mom used to twirl a baton in her marching band and made it look so easy. I wanted to be just like mom.
Gravity had other plans for me and I dropped the baton more times than I caught it. And there were the bruises from this metal stick with heavy rubber knobs on it falling and hitting me in various places. I was black and blue all over my arms.
Now in 2020, nearly 50 years later, I wonder if any towns still offer classes like that for kids in the summer or any time of year really. Of course now a days, you would get a visit from child protective services if you had a child with that many bruises. It was an experience that was not a life changer, but I can look back and smile at how hard I tried to be like mom.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #24 – a fun fact
(photo from Google search)
More and more
Of the words
Spewing from his mouth
Are flat out lies
In my eyes
I see no more
Credibility in his words
He might as well
Be speaking gibberish
Because it means
So little any more
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – credibility
He was a traveler
Never stayed long in one place
He camped where he went
Lived on a meager inheritance
And had his best friend Levi
Stand guard in the tent
Giving him unconditional love
When he reached his mid forties
He had an itch to stay put
Find a small piece of land
When Levi could run
And he could put a trailer on
The road had been rough on him
And on Levi too
***
Four years down the road
The authorities knew they both died
At almost the exact same time
Knowing one could not live
Without the other one
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #23 – create a character
Still behind, still trying to catch up. So here is what I thought of when I saw rocket. It is a video I had not seen before, kind of cool.
For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rocket
There are several reasons I write. The obvious one is for enjoyment. I like stretching my creative muscles a bit to see what I can come up with. I challenge myself with daily prompts and the occasional photo prompt. I don’t know how true it is but they say keeping your brain active is good for your health as well.
One of the main reasons I write though is to get out what is inside of my head. Ever since I was an awkward teenager I have put my doubts, fears and dreams into poems. It is still an outlet for me. And especially in these last 10 years I have had a LOT to process. So I write.
There is also the hope that my darkest times turned around to “good” will let someone out there know there is hope that things can get better. If I can even just reach one person and give them a bright spot or a bit of hope, I feel I have accomplished something.
And there is one final thing I didn’t expect. The blogging community. I have made some friends and I had no idea there would be such an easy connection with the community. My readers are a great bunch of people and I thank you all for reading.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #22 – why writing matters to you
Like a character in a romance novel
He seemed to be perfect
But novels are only stories
Made up in someone’s mind
And he showed his true colors
With all his character flaws
In a matter of time
But when he hit her
That was the last straw
She closed that chapter of her life
And never looked back again
Glad to be rid of him
And all his deceitful ways
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – character
Leigha Robbins 