Awaiting Eternity

I would knock down those pearly gates to see my Mother, who died less than three months ago. I expect she’s probably polishing those gates today.

I'm glad that eternity awaits.

Mariah in Poetry & Free Verse

29 reads

You

Fleeting thought, joy sublime

Sudden smile, dopamine high

From where did this come?

Pleasure out of the blue?

Oh right… I traced it back

It is always you

Challenge

For the Love of Dog

Tell me all about your beloved pooch. What's their name? What kind of dog are they? What's their personality like? Feel free to share a story about them. Maybe something funny they did one time, or maybe about their resilience, or how they've helped you in life. Please tag me. I want to read all about them.

Mariah in Nonfiction

59 reads

Peanut

Peanut is an eleven-year-old deer head Chihuahua. I found her as a young dog, alone (abandoned?) in a mall parking lot in Texas. She quickly became a most cherished part of our family.

Peanut has many names and answers to them all. Peanut-Weenut, Peanutty, P-Dog, NutterButter, PurtyPeanutGirl, and Peaniferous Maximus are just a sampling. Many songs are sung to her with these names and ridiculous lyrics— to which she happily responds with silly butt wags.

I tell people she is the worst Chihuahua I’ve ever known. She is friendly, calm, sweet, and very quiet (we’ve only heard her bark about 5 times in the past 10 years). Very un-Chihuahua like behavior, right? I guess no one told her to be an evil, shivery ball of snarling spite. I’m glad.

Peanut doesn’t ask for much. She loves walks (read: sniffs), cuddles, and burrowing in my long hair whenever it’s down. Of course, she does insist her “cuteness tax” be paid in a regular and timely manner. Her preferred method of payment is a bit of scrambled egg from my breakfast plate or perhaps a nibble of bacon. However, she is always very polite about her tax collection.

I could have never imagined so much sweet personality would ever be bound in 8 pounds of little dog. Peanut is truly a joy bringer and I’m so happy she is in my life.

Challenge

Lost

When you're feeling lost, where do you go?

rlove327 in Poetry & Free Verse

31 reads

a cup

sore, untethered, blank —

the grounds gift their warm blessing;

I sip. I am found.

Challenge

Challenge of the Week CXV

Implicit Association Test. Write about the very first thing that comes to mind. No cheating. We'll know if you write about the second thing, or the third. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.

gvmart

23 reads

Nothing

The first that comes to mind is nothing... Just a vast blankness.

Why is it that we can't think? Can't seem to put words together to form some sort of coherent story. Why can't we put the thoughts in our heads in some sequence that resonates with others.

What is nothing? How is it that we write on nothing.

Nothing is us, and we are nothing.

But there is something beautiful in this nothing of our minds, for we can turn it into something.