This is day 30, the last day of the blogging challenge. It has ruled my life for the past month, and I will feel lost without it. The challenge achieved its purpose: to bring back my love for writing. I haven’t written poetry or my book for the past year and needed an outlet to inspire me. Writing every day for thirty days has shown me that I can do it. And I will do it.
In my blog posts, I returned to events I remember most fondly.
Vacations with my daughters in Wildwood, New Jersey.
Vacation in Jamaica with my oldest daughter and son-in-law.
Vacation with my younger daughter and son-in-law in the Dominican Republic.
Visiting with family.
Happy days when Nounous was healthy.
People I loved and lost.
People I will never forget.
People I respect and have come to love, including the Rave Reviews Book Club members. They have become family to me, reading and responding to my long-winded posts.
Thank you, my new family, for participating in the RRBC Blogging Challenge, and a big thanks to Nonnie Jules for organizing this fantastic event.
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Seek, and you shall find
what the mind may hide.
Follow the soft sighs
to where the bird flies.
Dig deeper into your dream
as you float with the stream.
Time will never end
nor will it ever bend.
Enjoy the here and now
as I give my last bow.
HAIKU OF GOODBYE
The galaxy shines.
In awe of the human race.
It makes my heart race.
I cannot see far.
But I know what is right here.
It’s not far from here.
Heaven covers us.
Protects above and below.
To it, I must go.
Goodbye to my friends.
Time comes to an abrupt end.
I shine for each friend.
Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass, Never touching down, Held aloft by our love and passion.
Follow me through the endless night,
To a land where no man walks. Only creatures as dark as the sky Dare to venture forth alone.
Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion, Without retribution from humanity, As long as you remain mine.
Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains, Where the heat burns your soles, And love is hampered by the living.
Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him, His lips never uttering a sound, But his meaning is as clear as can be.
We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing. He will try to take me back, And never give up his hold on me.
His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close in his footsteps, Scorching a trail through the grass, Melting his enemy’s cold path.
They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles, Dueling until the end of time, Both fighting for me.
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds quicken their pace.
The hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
I should have listened to my heart’s song,; Listened to reason and right from wrong. I’m now trapped in this horror of despair, Waiting for death to take me in its arms. The shadows are growing larger, Surrounding me from all sides. There’s nowhere to run or hide I will stand strong against the tide. He’s here. I can feel him. He’s come back for me. No one is safe from his wrath. The cold wraps around my body. My hair drips icicles down my neck. I shiver in dread of my future. My future as queen of The Dead. THE DEAD GAME
They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot on the ice
As demons cut a deep slice.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll search for more.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
Read a book by the fire.
The pages will shine brighter.
I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.
I’ll stay inside with the misfits.
The ones who prefer the books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low
as the strong winds begin to blow.
I snuggle farther beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
Confused I may be,
I can’t set him free.
He has me in his thrall,
but I refuse to fall.
After I shut my eyes for the night,
it’s his face I see in the dim light.
THE DEAD GAME
The party at End House turns deadly
when the guests become the treats
for the caged tigers.
Let the games begin!
THE DEAD GAME