Alone at a table in Village Inn, she began to write while she waited for her food. Helen was stressed and had to get away from her hectic home life for the day. She had just grabbed her coat and walked out the door. Now she was trying to write out the troubling emotions into some poems.
Her food arrived and she set her notebook on the seat next to her. Her mind was still swirling with thoughts and words. When only about half of her food gone, she pushed the plate away and moved her notebook back in front of her.
Our lives are hell
Reacting to each other
Never really talking
You’re usually drunk
Now I seek hope
With or without you
I must find peace of mind
She seemed pretty satisfied with this. She dated her notebook page and signed it. Thinking of a title she wrote Silent Hell above the poem. Another poem about her chaotic life. It would really break her heart if she knew this made the hundredth poem, she had written this year and it was barely March. She set the notebook back out of the way and slid her plate back in front of her and finished her lunch wondering if he even had noticed she was gone.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – village
You have a way
Of taking me back
To the days of our youth
And our young loves first bloom
The things you do
Resonate old feelings
And stir deep emotions
Inside of my heart
A simple note
A single rose
A trip to where we shared
Our very first kiss
Your thoughtfulness soothes me
And rekindles old flames
So every day is new again
With you by my side
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – resonate
My mind is muddled tonight. Assay is not a common part of my vocabulary and all I can think tonight is that would be the way to phonetically spell out Foghorn Leghorn saying “I say” with his thick southern accent. So instead of writing I am thinking about cartoons of my youth.
Truth be told I just feel pretty disconnected tonight. Had a cold shoulder reaction from a friend and my daughter both the last two days and I am just a little fed up with it. I care, I care a lot and maybe that is a character defect instead of a good thing. But to a certain extent you expect others to care back at least a fraction of what you give out. I have had too many “friends” be there and then on the flip of a switch be gone. I don’t get it. I don’t understand how you can act like a good friend and then up and turn silent… no text, no calls, no emails.
To my fault or credit, once I care about someone, I care forever. I spent nearly 30 years missing a friend from grade school… we finally found each other through Facebook about 3 years ago. But in that time I never stopped saying she was my friend. I still cared and wondered where she was and if she was happy.
In the past 5 years or so I have had 4 people I considered good friends go silent… how can you do that to a friend. If something is wrong bring it up, have a fight or something, but just becoming distant to NOTHING is so rude and HURTS LIKE HELL.
Well I am just rambling and spewing forth a bunch of pain…you have better blogs to get to. I do thank you for reading. I hope there are a few who made it this far tonight. For you I send wishes for a wonderful night/day!