WrenWind

Blank page but a mind full of thoughts to many to choose too difficult by far Blank page filling up with odd bits small snippets appear soon there will too many words to fit imagine where they can take us next

I 've lost my way home My life has turned black and gray I can not stay here "There are purple cows on the horizon"

Lovely!

I have missed this place and your adventures *hugs*

I can picture you dancing around with a smile on your face *huggles* I am happy for you.

I know thhis is really late but I am still around. *wipes some dust from the mantle* Alternat realities have me spinning off and out but i always fly home to roost when I can.

Lovely ,descriptive it puts the reader in those slippers. Thank you for sharing.

I would love you to pooint out the mechanical errors please Thanks for your imput Regel.

It takes only a moment,a whisper of time A word once released can not be retracted And everything changes Time does not heal all. It festers and and inflames One small mistake becomes something insurmountable And everything ends No regrets,no worries is not very realistic If onlys and appologies won't fix anything And everyone lies

Her heart is broken tattered and bleeding shattered into pieces each piece cutting a new rend all that is left is hollow echoing pain She walks away and tries not to look back soft words and coos drift to her ears going backwards holds no gain One more step, one more mile hide the pain behind a smile Her heart is broken tattered and bleeding

Cabbage soup, cabbage soufle, Cabbage rolls Hmmm What to do? Slowly a smile crosses Wren's face and she begins to pull things down from the shelves. In just a few minutes the pristine demo kitchen is in total disarray. Her hair is coated in flour and her hands caked in dough. Bangs and clangs and clatter can be heard inside the cloud of four dust. Suddenly the dust clears and the mess vanishes and Wren stands there with a perfectly jellied wiggly cabage suspended in clear jelly. if you look closly you can even see it blink once in a while. She carefully places her submision on the judges platform. She steps back and smiles.

My heart lurches every time I hear or read we have lost another soldier. I am very proud to have been a member of the forces and I and fiercely poud of those wh choose to join and participate in helping make this world a little safer. Though sometimes what they are doing seems to be of little concequence it is not each step towards peace even though it costs us dearly is worth it, So my sons will not have to fight or my grand children when.if i eve have any have a better chance of living in a more peacfull society.

Very creapy Hon. viseral imagery

you have company in the cage and other faces in that mirror if you look for them *hugs* Interesting poem Hon