Poetry

It was

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Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

 A rainy day and I had brought my umbrella just Incase it started to really pour down.

But as I got closer to the shops I realized as I looked up they had me covered and the lights made everything so beautiful.

As I started to really enjoy this rainy day that turned out didn’t ruin my plans just made them brighter in a new way.

Now I know where to go on a rainy day a place that makes me feel as if a rainbow has come out after a storm we so needed but didn’t want at the moment.

To rainy days may them guide us out of the storms we may be living in right now.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

So not

ready for the pounding to begin it starts out slow then

becomes so intense the ability to think is just not possible.

But, I have to keep going and sometimes it goes away quickly

and I put my headphones on and block it all out with the beat of such a great song.

I just don’t want another headache from the things in life that just get too loud when all you want is the quiet and the unscented air for too many fragrance brings the headaches too.

The day slowly goes by and soon night has arrived and you know you time is truly limited now as lights slowly go out and it is nothing but darkness all around and you go to close your eyes and you just know.

Something isn’t going to end right as the night is all around you and you can’t fight the sleep anymore and soon you are knocked out and the pounding is no more.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

In this

 Moment I feel great

And alive.

The sun is shining brightly down on me

The day is heading in such a great pace.

The birds are out and singing their song and I am enjoying this moment as everything is so quiet.

The peace I feel inside is so great and amazing that no amount of words can truly capture how I feel.

It feels like everything around me has become clear and the light I desperately sighted is out shining on everything.

So I can see what is truly going on around me today.

 Nothing is left in the dark and I am not alone today and I will continue to smile and enjoy this time I have if only it last for today.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

What

 Is it that is holding us back and that’s got us walking around like ghost.

Doing the same thing all over again day in and day out whether we’re at home or outside.

Nothing feels new and exciting anymore and to go out and find it just feelings tiring and kind of hopeless.

Do I keep trying in hopes to find something new or just give up and accept how things are for the rest of my life?

The question that seems to keep coming up but the answer never seems to become clearer to me.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

The daily prompt

From September 24th

I have to write a story using three scenes a train station, a sheriff’s office, and a general store.

It all started at the train station, we are supposed to meet at 5pm to catch our 6:15 train out of town to see his parents my future in-laws.

But his no where to be found and his not answering his phone it’s really starting to piss me off. It’s now five-thirty and he still hasn’t came around.

Ugh, maybe something happen for it’s so unlike him to be late. I better head over to police station and see if they have any knowledge about my missing man.

Lucky for me the sheriff’s office isn’t that far away and they are super busy and even once I get to speak to someone it’s no use for he hasn’t been gone long enough for anyone but me to care.

Looking down at my watch as I open the door to the crisp night air and realize it’s now 5:45pm. I decide if only one of make them trip than at least I’ll still have a good time.

As I was almost back at the train station and it was not 5:50pm and I just was walking passed the general shop and there you were with snacks in your hand and standing behind two men and a very tall blonde head women.

I rushed inside and hit your arm and demanded to know where you have been and why are you buying snacks when were so close to missing the train and the next one is a hour away. 

You ensure me that we will make it and that the line is moving and all will be well as we will be getting on the train tonight. Three minutes later you are at the register and paying for your treats and two bottles of water and I as you grab your receipt from the cashier we race out the door and enter the train station at 6pm. 

We run to where our train is boarding and lucky for us it’s a crowded train or the doors could have been closed by now, as the attended looks at our tickets and we walk down the lit hall way that leads to the platform where all the trains are we follow the few people in front of us as we board the train and 6:10pm with five minutes to spare. 

And all I could think of now is how I want to hit you so much for this night was suppose to go so smoothly and some how you turned it so upside down and you didn’t even really apologies about being late. And just as I’m getting comfortable you hand me a bottle of water and my favorite chocolate that is hard to find to me and just like that everything is forgiven. 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

There is only

Week 191 of Three Line Tales.

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photo by Robert Collins via Unsplash

four of us and the chances to get the ball first is in our favorite but what chance it will be me is always on my mind  when we play this game and try to make the best of the days as the weather slowly changes.

We are ready to shine and do our best to get the ball and win in this game we simply play to have a good time.

For once we are home its all about homework and learning and the fun goes out the window and we always wish for more time and energy to get it done.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Who will make it!