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I’m having some trouble carving out time for myself and my writing (also known as the lifeline to my sanity) this summer. My kids are home, which is truly wonderful. I love them both to the point that I can sometimes feel it in my chest. That sounds like an expression, an exaggeration. It’s not.

And I am much more comfortable when I’m trying to make you laugh … by writing about Alec Baldwin, my dairy farm shenanigans or even “lady hair.” The trouble is that I’ve been in a bit of an introspective, contemplative state of mind lately. And that just isn’t funny.

But I’m trying.

Tonight, I opened my laptop … at a time when everyone else wasn’t asleep … and attempted a little writing. True. It’s no Woody Allen comedy but it’s something. (Woody Allen? Where did THAT come from?  I must be trying to impress you people because honestly I’ve only been exposed to a small portion of the man’s work. What I SHOULD have said was ‘it’s no Will Farrell comedy.’ Let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?)

I’m revisiting an old writing exercise called 100 Word Song. Entrants must offer 100 words “interpreting” the chosen song in any form (poetry, fiction, limericks, cartoons, etc.) This week’s song is Within Me by Lacuna Coil. No, I hadn’t heard of it either. They’re an Italian Goth rock band, which seems oxymoronic to me. Still, it helps to stretch your mind sometimes, right?

Bear with me, friends. I won’t be Eeyore forever.

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Purposefully Aimless

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She pulled a tattered notebook out of her backpack and began scribbling.

Life’s crawling and wasting my days

Never mind that it didn’t work out here. She was leaving. Today. Thumbing it straight through the night to Seattle. With at least two good friends there, she knew she could make a go of it. And she scribbled again.

Another night gone and I know there will be another way

Her poetry reflected her life like a mirror. And she often wondered where she would be if things had been different all those years ago.

I’m leading myself to be free

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It’s Trifextra Weekend Challenge time. And I’ve admittedly fallen off the radar a bit, for a variety of reasons. So, when this idea came to me late tonight (or is it now early tomorrow?), I wanted to put pen to paper before I forgot it. The rules are simple. Entrants are challenged to write a poem in either 33 words, 3 lines or 3 stanzas.

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Three in All

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He was my first, and so like me say all who knew me when

The complications, sleepless nights – I’d gladly do again

His cautious nature and word play, they made him who he is

He’ll always hold my heart as I hope always to hold his

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And then she entered like a shot, been blazing ever since

Filling life with light and color, ever so intense

She balanced things just perfectly, making them complete

This sense of satisfaction all from one so small and sweet

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Then after all the obstacles, acceptance of the end

Came one more tiny miracle – my plans I would amend

But fate would not allow it, just four Christmas Eves ago

I love the one, I love the two, but three I’ll never know

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et cetera
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