The Art of Pretend

Hold up your chin

Put on a happy face

Give an acceptable semblance

Of a genuine smile

Appear to listen intently

Respond as if you truly care

Say the right thing

Keep it lighthearted

Be an extrovert

Even though you’re not

Winners are outgoing and friendly

Everyone loves the welcome wagon

Love what you hate

Interruptions are pleasant interactions

There is no such thing as a stupid question

Answer them all with compassion

Done right

No one has a clue

You are the master

Of the Art of Pretend

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A Space for Me

What is it about creating a space

To sit

Think and write

That brings such pleasure

What is it about a coat of paint

Four walls, one ceiling

Of calm, soothing color

That stirs satisfaction

What is it about window hangings

That temper the light

A finishing touch

Icing on the cake

What is it about creating a space

A place to spend all my time

That makes me feel so fine
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So I Think I Want To Write Poetry...

I'm not a poet.  Yet I find myself thinking things in poetic verse.  My knowledge of poetry is just a smidge above zilch.  Still, I feel its pull.  So I re-tooled my Blogger page and will use it for the occasional burst of "poetic" energy.
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Surely Drowning

I’m surely drowning.

The tide of life too much, for I am weak.

Unable to keep up, too weary to try.

They mock and disparage.

A cast off no one wants.

Irrelevant and unworthy.

Who would care, should I choose not to be?

Only One.

Without them, I cannot be hurt.

Overwhelmed by desolation.

Wallowing in self-pity, surely I’m drowning.

Descending the depths.

Nearly immersed, He comes.

“Don’t give up. I’ll give you strength.”

He takes my hand, and I feel foundation.

He tends to my wounds.

Whispers consoling wisdom.

Sweet peace, neverending grace.

Despair replaced by perfect love.

With Him, I walk on water.

Without Him … I am surely drowning.

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