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Hurry! Shoot me, quick!

Winter is coming.

He looked my way, his mouth full.

“Wait please! One moment.”

“Let me get my camera.”

A quick shot. Then time to flee.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

This is my post for today’s one word prompt for The Daily Post word prompt.

Stairway – the ascending and descending in life, one step at a time

When I was toughing it out through the months of rehab after my two total knee replacements these last few years, to gain full use of the artificial joints it got easier with each step I took, over and over again. The more I took those steps in my stairway at home the easier and more comfortable it got.

In getting back to other things I loved, like hiking and bicycling it was a matter of being ready to advance to the next step in that ‘stairway’ on the mountain ridge in hiking, or climbing up onto the seat of my bicycle.

In life, I think that is true with the steps that allow us opportunity to ascend, or if necessary descend to a ‘floor,’ or level more compatible, conducive in ways that accommodate that which we are not ready yet to take. Those stairways can seem like the hills, or mountains in our life, taking one step at a time. Now, as I contemplate getting back to bicycling, another sport I loved doing – before knee troubles – it again seems like standing at the bottom of a stairway, not certain how, or if I can regain that momentum to ascend one step at a time to where I feel comfortable. It is not a decision I make easily, as I celebrate another birthday and look back on those things that I did when young, and wonder, Can I do it again? Am I ready?

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This is my post for today’s writing prompt in The Daily Post word prompt; Stairway

Joyce E. Johnson (2016)

 

Words, Words, I Need More Words

This is my response to The Daily Post, Writers’ Block Party

WORDS, WORDS, I NEED MORE WORDS

When words don’t come

and I wonder why

for all the words

there are. I’ll try

to write until

I’m out of words

and look for more

many more words.

There in this world

are words that be

found richly packed

in books for me,

words that tell

stories you see

so write I shall

forever until

there’s no more words

to write and fill

page after page

of  words written by me.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Memory on the menu – The Daily Post

These are my thoughts and post for The Daily Post word prompt on Memory on the menu

Memories can be sweet, whether past, or present. They can also be bitter, or left forgotten, hoping not to resurface, or ones hopefully that teach us if a lesson was learned from the experience. They can even be hidden in the recessed corners of our mind.They can serve us well in many ways. I have wonderful memories from my past. But, I have ones too that left an unforgettable bitterness that resonated long after no matter how hard I wanted to forget them. But, the happy memories are the ones I hope to never forget and cheerfully draw on for that moment of sweet reminiscing. They are many, and fortunately they are the ones that make up the biggest percentage of my memory. Memory is more than a basic requirement for our brain to function well. It is the life source for our soul to feel and experience living in a way we hope never to lose as we age. My father died much to early from malignant brain cancer and towards the end of his life he had lost all of his memory and brain function. I do now and will continue to do all I can to keep my own and keep it well.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

The Rainbow

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The rains came,

our prayers, answered.

Thank you, God

for the rainbow sent;

ribbons of pastel, splashed

across the sky;

too soon disappearing,

 quietly exits;

We bid it farewell,

goodbye.

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Poem and photo by:  Joyce E.  Johnson (2013)

Not Always What It Seems

Not Always What It Seems

You thought life good: things came together,

when all of a sudden there comes a time

they are not what you hoped,

not what they seem.

You thought it would work out;

come together like a sought after dream.

But, whether a hunch, or premonition of sorts,

you’ve come to doubt your luck will hold.

And then it happens: your plans go awry.

There you are, where you hoped not to be,

in the middle of a mess, and you ask ‘Why?’

Was it by choice you wound up here,

or a stroke of bad luck?

You moan and cry.

But, a new day dawns,

 there’s a new sunrise.

So smile,

till your world smiles back.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)


Posted August 11, 2013 by Joyce in Creative Writing, Inspirational Poems, Poems, Word Prompt, Writing

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Summer wheat

Summer wheat

Summer wheat

A field in bright gold

Growing tall and wild like weeds

Is warmed by the sun

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Billowing grain stalks

Sway, like a whispered soft breeze

Skims through a meadow

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Along the river

The earth, damp from recent rains

Nurtures summer wheat

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Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

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