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My thoughts

As November

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Arrives and October goes

And I become a year older

And I reflect on how much October gave me back my hope.

Creativity has been quite a battle for me this year, and it’s been rough, as art and writing are like breathing, joy, and just feeling alive.

With fall arriving, the colors of the leaves change and brighten up nature. Everything is so pretty, and it makes you pause to appreciate just how lucky it is to be alive and to breathe in fresh air.

Witness the cold and hot, with the weather not quite sure what it wants to be.

To take a real vacation to Paris with my sisters, of all places, and appreciate art, culture, and history all in one visit has made me feel blessed and renewed.

It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a trip, let alone out of the country. But I felt the love and saw the beauty and kindness that we seem to see and hear less of these days.

I felt the joy and excitement of a little kid seeing something great for the first time.

It was like something woke up inside of me, and now I can’t wait to see what the rest of this year has in store for me and what next year will bring me.

But for now, I’ll live for today, November 2nd, and I hope for more beauty and joy to light me up again.

On the top of the Arc

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Evoke

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So many things evoke memories from the past and some of them are good

and put a smile on my face.

Others make me remember things I thought I had left in the past and had moved on from.

I enjoy the memories evoked by fresh air outside, reminds me of all the time out doors hiking or all the times I spent in the girl scout and when we went camping.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Evoke

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Zoo

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A place that doesn’t stop being amazing and interesting even when you grow up,

the experience of seeing many  animals that you can’t see everyday.

You take pictures and make memories at the zoo with the people you love and care for, you take your children there  to let them see the many wonders of the world.

And for you want them to take in everything they possibly can, you respect the animals and try to not stress them out  as you watch them in their day-to-day routines.

Your eyes grown wide as you see a panda or two, then you may see a lion and many more things.

You try to not think too much about the things that you have yet to see for you don’t want to psych yourself out in the end.

But, the long day of fun because tiring and you retire to you vehicle and move on to what other things out there can bring you joy and more adventure for another.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Zoo

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Carousel

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As a child the merry-go-round was the ride every kid wanted to go on

with all the wooden horse that were so colorful.

You just wanted to ride them and wave to your parents as they stood off to the side of the ride.

Taking pictures of you having so much fun that when the ride came to a stop, you didn’t want to get off.

But, you did and you begged to go on it again and again.

Until you became to tired and it was time to go home and dream about what an awesome day you had.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Carousel

Poetry

Surrounded

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Week 68 of Three Line Tales.

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Surrounded by everyone and feeling so excited that this journey is over, yet the feeling of saddest washes over me as we all walk off  the stage.

And take our seats again, the thought that I don’t get to spend most of my day with these people, my friends is coming to an end and as much as I wish we would stay connected.

The reality is it’s been years since that day and I only talk to some of you once in a blue moon and it’s sad but I’m living my life and so are you and I’m just glad for the memories.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Surrounded

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Chuckle

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You cute little chuckle is all I hear as

you run circles around your mother.

Even she can’t stop smiling because she loves to see you so happy.

A little girl with no worries in the moment  when life seems so precious.

You eventually stop for you got a little dizzy.

But, even then you lean and your mother for support as you regain your focus.

And she chuckles this time, knowing soon you will be at it again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt:Chuckle

Poetry

Do you

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still remember the times we laughed together and just got to know each other.

Now it feels like it was all in the past and now seeing you feels so empty and pointless, every emotion shut down.

Like I had to put myself on lockdown and you became  a stranger to me and, now  there is no reaction in me when you come around.

Your now a ghost to me and there is now no trace of you when you walk into my life now and I start to wonder if all the time we spent together was just a dream.

Because the person I see standing in front of me is not the person I thought I knew, you tower over me like a warrior in battle and  I am now the enemy and there is no way you’re letting me get close.

And in the end I just walk away and shake my head for it’s so sad for me to see you so lost that you would push me away and, I looked deep into your soul and saw no regret or emotions at all.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Ancient

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Meeting you seems like ancient years ago when things were so much different.

Now it’s hard for me to really recall the moment things went bad between us.

But I know as we both grow up and the memories we shared start to fade from our minds.

Until it’s like one day you we’re important and the next your my past.

I guess I would be sad but my present now is so good that the past I rather not unpack.

I guess something’s in ancient times are nice to remember but not so great to go down memory lane again.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Ancient

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Together

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Together we’re unstoppable

two peas in a pod.

Our smiles are always so bright and laugher is never to far behind.

Even when we grow apart and live our lives two different ways.

I’m sure if we came back together it would seem different but we would embrace the growth we did apart.

I will always support you even when you forget me but at some part of our life we were meant to be best friends.

Now what we are is not so defined but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.

Together in our childhood memories and now so far apart but still I cheer for you.

My forever childhood friend, forever my other sister.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Daily Prompt: Mistake

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I want to say it was a mistake the night the stars twinkled in the night sky

and your smile shined so bright.

The night we stayed up so late that I was so tired the next day, the time I got

to spend with you was worth a thousands nights of bad sleep.

We talked about everything and connected on so much it seemed like the time spent apart was all worth it for this moment.

How could I say this was a mistake because I’m so tired that my eyes can’t stay open for one more moment.

I would be a fool to say the loss sleep was more important than spending time with you and, to tell you the truth I’d do it all over again.

Sometimes  the word mistake isn’t needed because you were happy to spend that time doing what you love or spending it  with someone you care about and in the end the memory of the moment will live on.

Whether your still friends are not.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Mistake

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Daily Prompt: Elusive

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Trying to find time to see you has been elusive

and as time goes by its like your slowly fading away.

Your like a favorite poem printed out on paper only to fade

and become hard to read over time as the paper ages with the memories

and thoughts of you.

At first it felt sad to not  be able to talk to you much but overtime

like a fresh wound it begins to heal and the sadness slowly faded into

acceptation.

And even though I still miss you sometimes, life goes on and I will always

have the memories of the time we spent together.

The laughter and the tears, the hugs and the words that felt so true at the time.

My heart will always have an elusive place for you, but I’ve accepted that you won’t

come back and it time to finally let go.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Elusive

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Tourist

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You love traveling to new places and seeing new faces.

Everything locals take for granted you shine light back on them.

You bring joy to the towns you come to visit even if it’s just for a day.

You get people talking about the place they love and you get them to share their history.

And at the end of your day you’re full of new memories and maybe some new friends as well.

And maybe even promise to come back and explore the streets you have yet to see.

Or maybe your new friend has  invited you back so they can share with you the secrets of their town.

Tourist you are welcomed, so come out and explore the many places out there!

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Tourist

Poetry

Daily Prompt: Whisper

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I saw you leaning against the wall as

Everyone walks by laughing among their friends.

But  your all alone, listening to music on your phone

And I wish I could walk up to you and whisper.

The possibility of what we could have for we would

Have each other and you wouldn’t have to stand alone

Again for I’d always be there by your stand.

My sweet whispers, you will always remember when

We are apart for just a short time, for I can’t stay away

from  you too long.

The memories of those whispers will always be on my mind

if only I had the  guts to tell you that day.

Maybe then these whispers would  be a shared memory.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Writing Prompt: Melt With You/ Music

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I’m trying to see through the mask you put up as soon as the music came on.

You try  to just fake the fun and move to the beat.

Until we become lost in the moment as we move our bodies to the beat.

We smile at each other for a lifetime as the day melts away.

As we enjoy the melody of this song together.

Even when we grow apart, I’ll think of that moment and smile about that time we had together.

We will always have that song, that day and those smiles that melted away our troubles that day.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

Poetry

A friendship left behind!

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You sit alone next to our favorite tree

The tree we always met at to talk about our day.

I want to run up to you and take the sadness away

But you pushed me away last week and now I’m invisible

To you.

You turn as if you sense someone watching you

And you stare right at me and that sadness turns into anger

True resentment is written on your face.

And I’m confused for I did not do anything for this hate to be so strong  in you.

Can’t you see the love, the confused look in my eyes

And before I know what is happening I’m running to you depending you tell me what’s wrong.

Then I wake and realize it was just a nightmare to the ending I never got.

Because,  that day so long ago I left you all alone and everything else.

If only I could explain it now to you, then maybe you would understand and would forgive me.

However like past I’m history to you, an faded memory of our childhood.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes