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Challenge, Poetry

The Return of My Light

M.A.D. Works

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/10/25/revival/

My revival of my joys will soon come.
I have to be patient.
Healing takes time.

Though some days feel heavy,
And the road seems long,
I remind myself that growth is happening
Even when it cannot be seen.

Like flowers beneath the soil,
Preparing to bloom in spring,
My spirit is gathering strength,
Quietly, steadily within.

The wounds that once defined me
Will not define me forever.
Each sunrise carries a promise,
Each breath a chance to begin again.

And when my joys return,
They will shine more brightly than before,
For I will know their value,
And welcome them with an open heart.

My revival of my joys will soon come.
Until then, I will keep faith,
Trust the process,
And cherish the hope that leads me home.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

The Runaway Rutabaga

M.A.D. Works

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/11/02/runway/

A runaway rutabaga rolled down the street,
Wearing red sneakers on vegetable feet.
It zoomed past a mailbox, it leapt over hay,
Yelling, “No time to chat, I’m a runaway!”

A chicken on roller skates joined in the chase,
While a squirrel in a bowtie picked up the pace.
A goat played kazoo as they dashed through the day,
Following closely behind the runaway.

They splashed through a puddle of blueberry jam,
Startling a juggling, polka-dot lamb.
But the rutabaga stopped and said, “By the way,
I’m not escaping trouble, I’m just out to play!”

So they all had a picnic with cookies and whey,
And laughed till the moon chased the daylight away.
Then home they all wandered, tired but okay,
Including the famous ex-runaway.

Challenge, Laughing Along with a Limerick

Laughing Along With A Limerick- 11/2/26

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

There once was a man who sells cheese,
Who offered it all to the bees.
They paid him in honey,
He thought it was funny,
Now he sells cheese with more ease!

Wooden sign reading “Just Rójie” outside a flower-filled boutique
Challenge, Commentary

Just Rojie

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Wooden sign reading “Just Rójie” outside a flower-filled boutique
A rustic wooden “Just Rójie” sign welcomes visitors to a charming flower-filled boutique.

LINK: prompts for october 2026 

  1. Describe a cozy autumn evening that you’ve experienced or would like to. 

My ideal autumn evening isn’t fancy. It’s a blanket, a warm drink, and permission to stop performing for everyone else. Maybe I’d spend an hour painting, doodling, or writing whatever is on my mind while YouTube plays softly in the background. The windows would be open just enough to let in that crisp autumn air. I’d feel cozy, not because everything in my life was perfect, but because I was finally allowing myself to rest without guilt. That’s the kind of autumn evening I want more of.

Poetry

The Truth I Finally See

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/09/02/sick-4/

I am sick of the way you treat me,
like I’m your servant instead of your family.

I keep wondering what I have to do
to earn your love, your care, your softness —
or if this is all I truly mean to you.

But I’m finally seeing the truth:
love shouldn’t feel like begging,
and I’m worth more than the scraps you offer.

I won’t carry your cruelty anymore.
I’m choosing myself —
the one person who has never abandoned me.

Challenge, Poetry

From the Edge Back to Myself

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/20/cut/

Your words cut like a knife.
My self‑worth split in half since my teenage years.

What did you gain from what you said?
I know I shouldn’t let it get to me—
but that’s easier said than done.

Day in and day out, I hear your words
trying to convince me
that I’m not good enough,
that no one cares,
that I’m not worth it,
that I’m only bothering others,
that I’m a waste of space,
meant to be hidden, not heard.

Each day is a struggle.
But I am determined
not to let you win.

Challenge, Poetry

WDYS #359

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What do you see # 359, 21 September, 2026

In the hush of the mountain air,
A snowy owl keeps vigil there.
Perched on a weathered, fallen log,
Wrapped in stillness, mist, and fog.

Branches scatter like broken rhyme,
Trees stand watch in ancient time.
Rocks lie cold beneath the sky,
As winter breathes a gentle sigh.

And in that quiet, silver space,
The owl holds the world in place—
A single note of wild grace,
Soft as snowfall, fierce as night.

Challenge, Laughing Along with a Limerick, Poetry

Laughing Along With A Limerick

M.A.D. Works
Laughing Along With A Limerick

Sally wanted to make stir fry.
But all it did was make her cry.
The onions attacked,
Her eyes staged a pact,
So, dinner waved sadly goodbye.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

What Slipped Through Our Fingers

M.A.D. Works

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/harbor/


I harbor no ill will towards you;
I just miss what we used to have.

It vanished without a warning,
and an ache was left inside of me—
quiet, persistent,
a reminder of what once felt certain.

I wonder what went wrong,
what shifted beneath our feet,
what small fracture grew wide enough
to swallow everything we built.

I sift through memories
like shells along a shoreline,
trying to find the moment
the tide carried us away.

And though I hold no anger,
the longing still lingers—
a soft echo of a love
I’m learning to release.

Challenge, Poetry

The Loop I Keep Fighting

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/08/10/negative-3/

The negative thoughts in my head
play on a constant loop,
a quiet hum that never fully fades.

Some days, they stop with ease—
a switch flipped,
a breath taken,
a moment of peace.

Other days, they fight tooth and nail
to make me believe
their whispered stories,
even when my heart knows
none of them are true.

They try to hold power over me,
a weight I push against
again and again,
learning, slowly,
that the fight itself
is proof of my strength.

Challenge, Poetry

WDYS #357

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What do you see # 357- 7 September, 2026
Image credit; Daniel J Schwarz @Unsplash

This image shows a puppy standing on its hind legs with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his/ her mouth. Behind him green hill and part of a fence can be seen.

Bouquet on Two Paws

Upon a hill of velvet green,
A fence leans softly in the scene.
A puppy stands—so proud, so small,
Balancing dreams that could enthrall.

Wildflowers spill from tender jaws,
A gift of love without a cause.
No words, no grand design at all—
Just nature’s bloom and puppy’s call.

Behind him hums the morning breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees.
And in that instant, hearts may pause—
To feel the world through gentle paws.

Challenge, Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Three Things Challenge #MM540

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Three Things Challenge #MM540

Your three words today are:
INSTANT
INGEST
INSTALL

I wanted wisdom—just one small byte,
So I clicked “Instant Enlightenment Tonight!”
It said, “Simply ingest this cosmic ball,
Then install your brain with version LOL!”

Now I hiccup facts and burp out rhyme,
My thoughts auto-update in record time.
If only life had a quick recall—
Just instant, ingest, and install!

Challenge

Share My World

M.A.D. Works
Share Your World 7th September 2026

Here are this week’s questions:

1.  What breed of dog or cat do you prefer?
2.  Do you think some pets can look like their owners?
3.  What was your first pet (if any)?
4.  Do you think giving a child the responsibility of pet ownership is a good idea?

My Answers:

  1. I am more of a Toy breed of dog type of girl, especially if it is a pug
  2. Yes, I do. My friend Lisa son had a dog that looked just like him and had his personality as well.
  3. My first dog was named Chuckles. He was the best dog for a for a small child since I was only 5 when we got him.
  4. I do think it is a good idea. They learn what it takes to take care and how to look after someone who can’t do it on their own.

Gratitude:

Challenge

Sunday Poser #302- What Sort of Posts Do I Like Writing Best?

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Sunday Poser # 302- What do you like to write

Honestly? I’m a bit of a creative shapeshifter — but I definitely have favorites.

I love writing poems the most. Short ones, weird ones, structured ones, the kind that start as a tiny spark and suddenly turn into a whole mood. Haiku, limericks, tanka, Fibonacci poems — if it has a shape or a rhythm, I’m already halfway in love with it.

But I also enjoy stories and Q&A posts, especially the ones that feel like little conversations with whoever’s reading. There’s something fun about answering a prompt and letting my brain wander until it finds something unexpected.

So, if I had to pick? Poems are my home base. Stories and Q&As are my playground.

And honestly, anything that lets me mix creativity with a little humor or reflection is exactly my lane.

Challenge, Poetry

Initiative

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/28/initiative-4/

I step forward even when the path is unclear
Nurturing courage in small, steady breaths
In moments of doubt, I choose to begin anyway
Trusting the quiet voice that urges me on
Inviting possibility to sit beside me
Allowing growth to unfold without rushing
Taking ownership of my direction
Igniting purpose with each intentional step
Valuing progress over perfection
Embracing the journey as mine to shape