Poetry

Echoes of a Love Lost


In love’s dance, we once soared so high,
But now it’s just whispers and sighs.
With memories so dear,
Yet sadness draws near,
A shadow where once dreams would fly.

Commentary

The Daily Extra # 110

Mindful Moment

Cleaning centers the brain on one task at a time. It is made up of mechanical and rhythmic motions, Open the windows and allow the fresh air to flow into the room. Then focus on one room, task, or corner to clean

Poetry

A Smile 😊

A smile takes less energy, they say
It has the power to brighten someone’s day.
Spreading joy and warmth in every way.
It can chase the clouds and bring out the rays.

Challenges, Poetry, Word of the Day

Echoes of Absence

Unknowingly, you slipped away.
What did I do wrong? What could I have done
to make you stay?
All I ever wanted was to feel needed and seen.
I thought I had that with you,
but I was wrong yet again.
Will I ever find that connection,
or is it a dream just out of reach?
In the silence, I search for answers,
wondering if love can be genuinely returned.
Will I always be left with echoes of absence,
lost in the longing for what might have been?

Poetry

Broom’s Flirtation

There once was a broom with a bristle
It tried to flirt with a brush and whistle
But the brush just sighed
And said with some pride
“I don’t sweep that way, dear broom, I’m not that fickle!”

Poetry

A Slice of Happiness

Sweet delight, layers,
Celebration in one slice,
Joy on every plate.

Rich cream and fruit abound,
Laughter echoes all around,
Moments shared, hearts unite.

Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Bonfire

The spark and flame were as bright as a bonfire on a dark night,
Dancing embers in the cool air, casting shadows in the light.
Whispers of stories wrapped in smoke, drifting up to the skies,
Each flicker held a memory, each glow a soft lullabies.

The stars twinkled overhead, like secrets just out of reach,
While warmth embraced our laughter, in a language none could teach.
We gathered close in a circle, our hearts woven tight and near,
The world outside forgotten, as we shared what we held dear.

The crackle and pop, a symphony, played on the wooden logs,
As time slipped by unnoticed, like the fading of the fog.
With every spark that soared and fell, we felt a moment’s grace,
A reminder of the fleeting time, and the beauty we embrace.

So let the flames keep burning, let their light guide us through,
For in each bright reflection, lies the warmth of me and you.
And as the night grows deeper, with stars that shine above,
May we hold on to this magic, wrapped in the comfort of our love.

Poetry, Quote

Quote for November 13, 2025

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been given a no, only to find that a better, brighter, bigger yes was right around the corner.” —Arlan Hamilton