Summer Lovin’ Take Two

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Ahhh summer, how I love you. I pine for you on cold, dreary December days. I rejoice upon your return and bask in your embrace, unashamed. But your flirtation is brief and intense, like a butterfly landing momentarily on a bloom. Soon you will depart once again, and I will cling to your memory, as it is all that you have left me.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: On The Move

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God sent me an angel,

with wobbly legs for wings.

To heal a cruel and gaping wound

that Fate was soon to bring.

With every toothless smile

and every soggy kiss,

You wove our souls together,

and taught my heart new bliss.

Now it’s time to find your feet;

each step feels like a mile.

You look back for reassurance;

I put on my bravest smile.

Keep trying little angel,

with determination strong.

I will be your savior,

As you’ve been mine all along.

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring!

 

 

 

 

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Tentative, I poke my head out of my cave,

hoping with familiar desperation

to feel the warm caress of sunshine on my cheek.

The light hurts my eyes

after months of brutal hibernation.

But as I turn my face toward the sky

to greet the Spring,

I know that my soul will be healed.

 

Love Gone Wrong….

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My friend over at candidkay.com intrigued me this morning with a writing contest she found on the Trifecta website. The challenge is to tell a tale of love gone wrong in exactly 33 words. You can’t use the following words:  love, sad, tears, wept, heart or pain. You can post a link on the site, and the community chooses a winner.

Here is my entry:

My eyes were glued to his red elephant boots as he stormed out one last time.

With tragedy unfolding, a burning question distracted me.

“Why the fuck is he wearing red elephant boots?”

Your turn!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition 2

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Behind the morning blush of rose,

I’ll steal a kiss, my dear.

For time stands still and worlds collide

When I feel you near.

But my love is met with icy gaze,

Nightfall finds me alone.

I should have seen the signs, my dear,

Your heart is made of stone.

Breast Cancer Christmas Carols

I would usually insert an 80’s CANCER JAM OF THE DAY here, but I have a special treat in store for you. Nothing captures the spirit of the holidays more than “The Twelve Months of Treatment”.  Who wants a partridge in a pear tree anyway?

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In the twelve months of treatment, breast cancer gave to me:

Twelve dates with Taxol,

Eleven flashes flashing,

Ten years of payments,

Nine nurses poking,

Eight pain meds I’m milking,

Seven different doctors,

Six weeks of burning,

Five years of Ta-mox-i-fen!

Four kinds of scans,

Three sur-ger-ies,

Two missing boobs,

And sep-sis from the port they put in me.

Can’t you just hear Bing Crosby in the background while you’re roasting those chestnuts? And no, I don’t really have 8 pain meds!