Mumbles … Arena

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A magical night

Relieved for weeks in her mind

Embracing the experience

Never to forget

A meet and greet behind the arena door


Back when I was a teenager, a friend and I got the rush of a lifetime meeting some of our idols before a concert.  I will never forget how much I was shaking and how much I felt on cloud nine afterwards.  Of course the most memorable show was the one in the front row… but that story is for another time.

Now I have heard of at least a half dozen groups who do “meet and greets” for a price.  You get to have your picture taken, maybe ask a question and then you’re out the door and they get ready for the show.  I have seen price tags starting at $150 on up (beyond the ticket price)… it all depends on the group and how popular they are.  I know the costs of touring have really gone up and musicians were hurt when covid hit without being able to do what made them the most money – tour.  I would really like to see these events more attainable to the everyday person though, those who have to scrape together ticket money just to see the show.  I just don’t know how to make that happen.  Meeting someone like that can really be a moment to last forever in your mind.

A concert by a favorite act can always make me smile.  But there are some memories that will never leave me (like the band member walking barefoot through the bar looking for his shoes after one show).  An arena was a favorite place of mine in my past… I guess at 56 I am too old to holler and scream at a concert? Ah, hell no!  Bring on the bands!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – arena


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The origins of the day

Slowly seep across the horizon

Adding color to the sky

And returning the wonders of nature

Back into the spotlight of sunshine


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – origin

Mumbles … Yield

I will not yield

I have come so close

You will not stop me

I am determined

Slowing down now

Would be like defeat

So instead let me finish

With a final hour’s push


I have read like five days’ worth of posts each the last couple of days and for the first time in MONTHS I see the days distinction in when the post was published instead of a date.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak and in my push to start fresh for February I just need this last day.  Then the month will begin my goal of keeping up with each day and posting more poems in the coming days and weeks.  I have really missed sharing my writing and challenging myself to write “off topic” of what I usually do with some of the more interesting word prompts I find.

So, by the time I fall asleep tonight I will be once again caught up, have posted for the first and will be ready to read a little more at my leisure tomorrow.  Thanks for sticking with me during my crazy long time I was behind and less visual.  Now, off to read my last five days.



Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – yield

Not Enough Elbow Grease

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I wish I could take a rag

And wipe away the cobwebs of my past

Use a broom and dustpan

To sweep up fractured moments

Scrub brush in my hand

And I will wash away the painful bits left behind


If only cleaning up the past were possible

I could have a fresh start today

Instead the ghosts still coat everything

With the shadows and grime of yesterday


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sweep

Pulling for the Future

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What’s behind the door is a wonder

Do we dare tempt fate and take a peek

Do we sit back and worry it will open on its own

Do we refuse to leave our comfort zone and move forward

What is life without a little challenge

How do we grow

How do we learn

How do we gain understanding

The only way to know is by taking that risk

See what is ahead

See what possibilities exist

See what we can become

… just grab the handle and pull


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – door



Both of us were lost and alone

You hidden in the big city

Me the invisible one of my family

Yet somehow we found each other


Both of us were unsure of tomorrow

You content in your house

Me afraid to leave mine

Yet somehow we met


Both of us could not believe our future

You thinking of burning bridges

Me wondering if I could give it all up

Yet somehow we knew we would make it


Both of us were in love



Yet somehow we


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – both

Mumbles … Neither

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“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” We have all heard these words and attribute them to the US postal workers… not really sure how it came to be that way as the words were attributed to Greek historian Herodotus back about 2500 years ago. I just couldn’t help but think about them in my own way…

Neither depression nor anxiety nor pain nor fatigue from fibro stops this writer from her trusty blogs. But life, that bitch always gets in the way! I just can’t believe I am now MORE than a month behind. I keep thinking I should scrap my plans to catch up but then again I feel bad for all the hard work you put into your blogs, I don’t want to miss something good. But I have to draw the line some where. So this is my commitment to read like a mad woman. I will try not to comment much, but sometimes I just have to.

By the end of the month if I have not made a sizeable dent in the past blog log, I will wipe the slate to zero with profound apologies (and don’t be afraid to recommend one of your blogs you are especially happy with during that time to me) and start fresh on February first.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – neither

Moving Pictures of the Mind

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I had a reminder on my phone today

As if I could possibly forget

It said your birthday is coming soon

I read it and silently wept

All the years of memories

Flood me with visions in my mind

And I can hear your laughter

It hurts and comforts at the same time

There is good and bad times replayed

Like movies from my past

Each one centers on you so clear

I pray they always last

And as the clock strikes midnight

I hope your spirit is free

For today is the day to remember

How much I still love my daddy


Happy heavenly birthday Dad.

So Tired Of

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Tonight I am spellbound

In a trance

Taken away

Lost in a dream

Flying so high

And feeling so free


Then the venom did spew

And the enchantment ended

Pain in my body

Pain in my heart

Lingering doubts

And fears infiltrate


But I blame not you

Nor do I blame me

It’s my old nemesis anxiety

With her friend depression

Rearing their ugly heads

Stopping the joy


I sit in solitude

Missing so much

My life I once knew

The hope for the future

Instead I cry

So tired of me


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – spellbound

Mumbles … Flabbergasted (About Cards and Me)

December 4th.  That is outrageous!  I am just left flabbergasted and appalled at my lack of attention that I paid to WordPress the month of December.  The 4th is all the further I have gotten on reading posts from December.  No, I did not ignore the month completely, but considering I was already behind it just climbed from a hill to a mountain in a short time.

The amazing thing about December though?  I did get all my Christmas cards and letters made, written and in the mail on time so that they all arrived BEFORE Christmas this year.  I had three whole days to make candies and cookies at a leisurely pace.  And wrapping gifts was done well before 2 am on Christmas Eve this year.  So that has to count for something.

But as the holiday season wraps up, I have a question for you all and please give me your answer in the comments…

Do you enjoy receiving Christmas cards and letters?

I saw a talk show where the hosts pretty much said, “No,” to receiving them, and I have a asked a couple of people how they felt and got mixed reviews.  Personally, I love to get something in the mail that is not a bill, someone looking for money or advertisements.  It is a personal touch to the season, I think.  But I will admit I much prefer a personal letter to the “form letters” people just copy and send to everyone.  I don’t hand write my letters, but each word is written for the individual I am sending it to, not a copy-paste of the year’s highlights.  Some people want to hear more about vacations, and some want to hear more about home repairs, some may like concert information while others want to hear about the family.

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I am already giving serious thought to next year.  I send out about 30 handmade cards and about half of them get personal letters.  This year I got 6 cards only and just one with a letter, oh and one emailed card.  Heck, even businesses used to send cards, but now it is all email greetings that are free.  I only received one from Chewy of all places.

Please let me know your vote!  Yes or no on cards and letters?  And I promise I will try hard to catch up as quick as I can.  THANKS for sticking with me!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – flabbergasted