#RRBC 30-DAY #BLOGGING CHALLENGE DAY 30

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.

Please visit my fellow RRBC bloggers at https://ravereviewsbookclub.wordpress.com/rrbc-member-chat/

HAIKU OF GOODBYE

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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 has come to abrupt end.

I shine for each friend.

ARE WE ALONE?

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Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

Are we truly alone?

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

Beside us every day?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone?

Or is he with me?

I believe he is.

He chuckles at my blunders.

He laughs at my jokes.

He cries when I’m hurt.

Yes, he is with me.

Always.

Forever.

DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

My heart pumps fear through my veins,

bringing me anguish and pains.

Why must I be the curious one?

The one who can’t let the deed be done.

I must follow the noises to the basement,

where something is making an awful statement.

A voice called to me from my rumpled bed.

The sound echoed endlessly in my head.

I descend the stairs to the darkness below.

The noises combine to form a loud bellow.

A hiss hits my ear as claws rake my arm.

​My silly cat thinks I mean him some harm.

I offer soothing words but he wants to flee

just as the door shuts and locks behind me.

The light bulb goes out leaving me in the dark.

Do I now hear a dog’s whimper and shrill bark?

Chills taunt me as I go down the dark stairs,

following the whimpering and stray hairs.

Feathers float in front of me.

I don’t know what this can be.

I step on something squishy and soft.

I find a light and hold it aloft.

I lift my foot and the tail retreats

to the chair where it has hidden treats.

With the bright lantern held high,

I search for the source of a sigh.

My neighbor sits with her panting pals

of the furry sort in guys and gals.

“Am I also welcome to the party?”

I ask the pig-tailed girl, laughing hearty.

She replies, “Of course, you are, my dear neighbor,”

A point she refuses to belabor.

I join the circle on the floor,

as the cats and dogs eat some more.

Cake and cookies for all the guests,

even ones who have been great pests.

My black cat joins in with tail held high,

sniffing at the desserts and brown pie.

At least this story has a happy ending.

No one wants another tale to be pending.

AN ISLAND UNTO MYSELF

Do you ever feel alone?

No one listens to you.

No one understands your problems.

Thoughts rumble through your brain

but you have no one to share them with.

I might as well be on a desert island

with only water around me for miles.

A desert island all to myself.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

 

“Should I walk up the stairs?

Should I peek into the window?

Should I see if the door is locked?

Do you think anyone is home?

It seems to be deserted.”

Linda hesitates.

Her friends close behind.

The house sighs.

It waits.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM FOR ME

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Dream a little dream for me.

Take flight on your wings.

Fly high.

Soar to the clouds.

High above us all.

Join your colorful friends.

Spread a little fairy dust.

Follow your dreams.

Let them take you

to far away lands.

Dream a little dream for me.

A SPECIES APART

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Love in unusual places.

Friends having different faces.

A species apart.

Right from my cold heart.

We’ll be warm in the snow.

I should just let you know.

I love your green eyes.

I hate long goodbyes.

Stay here with me tonight.

I’ll keep you close and tight.

Is that a meow you say?

I saved a spot in the hay.

GLOW IN THE DARK

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We glow in the dark.

We are masks.

Or are we?

We’re speaking to you.

Can you hear us?

Can you see our mouths moving?

Our eyes shining?

Move closer.

Come and see The Dead.

Walkers of the night.

We can be anyone.

Even the one standing beside you.

THE DEAD GAME

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TAKE A SEAT

 

TAKE A SEAT

Take a seat under the tree,
Where you can feel proud and free.
Crafty and free as the mighty red fox,
Who refuses to live in a box.

Freedom should never be taken lightly.
It must be revered and taken sprightly.
The fox is anxious and waiting for your choice.
Do you want to live in a box with no voice?

Come sit beside the fox in the shade.
Flowers grow here and not one a spade.
The smell so sweet and fragrant.
All friends and not one vagrant.

Close your eyes and feel the breeze.
Your writing will come with ease.
The words will flow from your pen.
Stories for women and men.

Take a nap in the meadow.
Life can be sweet and mellow.
You’ll wake up with a smile.
Eager to walk a mile.

Find your perfect spot to be.
Let your imagination free.
A place that makes you feel just right.
Your senses will know what to write.