Gratitude Uneasy

Find three things to feel 

grateful for today.

My power is cut off.

Wait that’s not right.

  1.  My daughters are home and safe.
  2.    I have a home for the lights to be off.
  3.    Health is something easy to be grateful for.

That wasn’t so hard I suppose.

I still don’t want to feel any different about my electricity or f money

so I won’t.

DLS

Keep Flowing

The New River - Parrott, Virginia - taken by Donetta Sifford
The New River – Parrott, Virginia – taken by Donetta Sifford

 

 

The New River flows north.

Summer days spent lounging

at the spot where I learned to swim.

Warm breeze blows through my hair

at night as the Whipper Wills sing.

My children’s laughter bounces

off the rushing ripples, in the distance

a fish jumps up with a splash.

As Autumn closes in around us,

reminding me all must change,

I snap my camera trying to freeze

each moment in time, forever.

Before the cold, dark Winter

blows in, splashing colors of black.

Somehow I made it through

the harshness of your chilly words.

Woke one morning to find

sunlight playing outside.

Surprising me that once again,

Spring has settled and I

walk along the river bank

feeling hopeful once more.

The river keeps flowing North.

donetta sifford 5-12-2014

Written for: Red Wolf Journal

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Who I Was

Image from http://likes.com/misc/amazing-photographs-that-are-optical-illusions

Image from

likes.com/misc/amazing-photographs-that-are-optical-illusions

 

Seems like an eternity since I felt alive

Wear and tear on my body has left a toll

Not knowing how to step back into the world

Memory holds glances of the flying butterfly

I once was before death, addictions, and sadness

Reshaped me into someone I don’t know

 

@ donetta sifford 3-10-2013

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/04/07/picture-it-write-8/

 

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Anyone

Butterflies in my stomach, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Craziness and silliness wrapped together.

Haven’t even met you but we’ve typed out our whole life stories.

Me, in the a.m. hours when sleep eludes me.

Marlboro Light burning beside me, I remember I told you I smoked.

Guarded though, for all I know you could be a lunatic.

It seems legit, or maybe you think the same of me.

Now we’re discussing an actual phone conversation.

Longing to hear your voice but knowing this can go nowhere.

What would I tell my friends? I met you online because you liked my profile picture?

It is the truth. Just it seems so unromantic in a way.

I should probably go ahead and end this meaningless thing we have.

Can’t deny I’ve enjoyed your attention though.

Then again, I’m being me. You could be anyone.

@ donetta sifford 3-5-2013

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2013/03/06/book-review-dead-run/