Time

Time transcends into our lives. We either have too much Or emptiness seems to thrive Into all the such and such Which envelopes our essence. How do we hit “refresh”? Wouldn’t it be sweet If we could set back the clocks To give us days and weeks, Years and decades to rock Our world intoContinue reading “Time”

This poem was about me, four years ago, without the use of my right hand after yet another surgery. Before that it was my left knee, twice, and now it’s my back … compressed fractures which no surgeon will touch. So into the wheelchair I went. Lupus and RA are insidious. But I’m beginning to get a little mobile again … REIKI HELPS!

Sometimes you just have to laugh, rather than cry. It does no good to wonder why. A writer/editor needs her hands To create and massage the words that land On her desk or spring from her brain. But who’s to pen them? It’s silly insane… To watch irony wreak havoc again… A story,  a novel…of courseContinue reading “This poem was about me, four years ago, without the use of my right hand after yet another surgery. Before that it was my left knee, twice, and now it’s my back … compressed fractures which no surgeon will touch. So into the wheelchair I went. Lupus and RA are insidious. But I’m beginning to get a little mobile again … REIKI HELPS!”