Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

Another month in 2022 is in my rearview mirror on my road to express thankfulness. This adventure sometimes becomes a challenging task, but I’m discovering so many things to be thankful for each day. Focusing on the positive despite all the tragedy in the world makes me happy. It motivates me to work toward a positive change and being grateful drives away fear. I can see so many potholes in the road, but I start my day searching for the blessings in my life. These events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of happiness at the end of the road. I am inviting you to come along for the ride. Why don’t we all travel the road of gratefulness in May? This post covers day 137 of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day 137 of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful to get caught up with stuff after our recent trip to Michigan. I enjoyed getting away, but things seem to pile up when you are off having fun. There is something to say about a routine. It helps you accomplish all of those mundane tasks that need to be done. I get behind on my blog posts, my writing suffers, and my house collects dust when I am gone. It takes a few days for me to get back into the groove of things. I am grateful my life is returning to normal.

The old lady is still riding the thankfulness train.

This old lady has learned thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Even in dark places, it is good to seek light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Don’t neglect to see the good things right in front of your face because you hear the world is falling apart. Let me tell you a secret. The world is always falling apart when you focus on the doom and gloom. You won’t always find thankfulness an easy road, but it’s an adventure we can all take together. What are you thankful for today? Leave a comment, and bless my heart. I  am not being sarcastic when I say that. I could use the encouragement as much as the next person.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Don’t Even Think

I have a confession to make. The Black Out Poem has captured my imagination. I find it interesting to take a page filled with writing and turn it into something often contrary to the original meaning. It’s like playing with someone else’s words and making them become my own. Free verse is the best way to work with this form of poetry. There are many pages of the book I selected left. I’m going by the old cliché “waste not, want not.” I plan to use  Rebecca Hunt’s Mr. Chartwell until it runs out of words to create Black Out verses. The poem I called Don’t Even Think.

About the Black Out Poem and Don’t Even Think

Poet takes a black marker and redacts words until a poem is formed. It is important to note the text and redacted words form a visual poem.

Method to use

1. Identify source text. The source can be a newspaper, a page from a book, or any written text.

2. Draw a box around keywords or phrases.

3. Make Connections between boxes. (This is optional.)

4. Color the rest in with a marker. You can use any color. The most common color used is black.

I found this style of creating a poem unique from anything I’ve ever tried before. The words are already provided, and the challenge is to make something poetic out of the text. I decided to use Mr. Chartwell by Rebecca Hunt to create these poems.

Don’t Even Think

His face
Ransacking
Finished his efforts
“Go and talk to him.”
Sick of his rude commands.
No crying scenes
Generous sympathy
“You’ll have to get over that.
Isn’t difficult
Do everything right.”
Something coherent
“Don’t even think
I’ll take more.
I’m honest.
You will laugh
Instantly,”
Deciding
For ten 
Laughing seconds.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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Day 136 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

Another month in 2022 is in my rearview mirror on my road to express thankfulness. This adventure sometimes becomes a challenging task, but I’m discovering so many things to be thankful for each day. Focusing on the positive despite all the tragedy in the world makes me happy. It motivates me to work toward a positive change and being grateful drives away fear. I can see so many potholes in the road, but I start my day searching for the blessings in my life. These events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of happiness at the end of the road. I am inviting you to come along for the ride. Why don’t we all travel the road of gratefulness in May? This post covers day 136 of my 365 days of thankfulness.

Day 136 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day 136 of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful that our friend is out of the hospital and in a rehab facility. He might even get to go home in a few weeks. During his illness, he died six times. He spent four months in the hospital. At several points, we thought we would lose him. Today, Rooster and I visited him, and he looked so much better than he did the last time we traveled to see him. I am grateful he is on his way to recovery.

The old lady knows her own mind.

This old lady has learned thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Even in dark places, it is good to seek light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Don’t neglect to see the good things right in front of your face because you hear the world is falling apart. Let me tell you a secret. The world is always falling apart when you focus on the doom and gloom. You won’t always find thankfulness an easy road, but it’s an adventure we can all take together. What are you thankful for today? Leave a comment, and bless my heart. I  am not being sarcastic when I say that. I could use the encouragement as much as the next person.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
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Day 135 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
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Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
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Compliance

I have a confession to make. The Black Out Poem has captured my imagination. I find it interesting to take a page filled with writing and turn it into something often contrary to the original meaning. It’s like playing with someone else’s words and making them become my own. Free verse is the best way to work with this form of poetry. There are many pages of the novel I selected left. I’m going by the old cliché “waste not, want not.” I plan to use Rebecca Hunt’s Mr. Chartwell until it runs out of words to create Black Out verses. The poem I called Compliance.

About the Black Out Poem and Compliance

Poet takes a black marker and redacts words until a poem is formed. It is important to note the text and redacted words form a visual poem.

Method to use

1. Identify source text. The source can be a newspaper, a page from a book, or any written text.

2. Draw a box around keywords or phrases.

3. Make Connections between boxes. (This is optional.)

4. Color the rest in with a marker. You can use any color. The most common color used is black.

I found this style of creating a poem unique from anything I’ve ever tried before. The words are already provided, and the challenge is to make something poetic out of the text. I decided to use Mr. Chartwell by Rebecca Hunt to create these poems.

Compliance

Decadent self-pity
Sucked at the edges
Clear instruction to leave
Mashing into
Registering the scene
Lay peacefully
Not completed
Scornful
Then Travelled
Riveting
Brilliant
Was moving
Obscuring
Drink and swear
Was recited
Proof of
Objections
Did nothing
Pretending compliance
Entirely

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Don’t Even Think

I plan to use  Rebecca Hunt’s Mr. Chartwell until it runs out of words to create Black Out verses. The poem I called Don’t Even Think.

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    1. You are welcome. Thank you for reading. This style of poetry can either be fun or frustrating, depending on the words on the page. You can use a news paper, but I selected an old book I had around the house.

  1. Thank you for introducing this technique to me. I just posted a blackout microfiction to my blog here. Was looking for your blog when I wrote it last week because I wanted to give you a shout out. Now I found it and will link to your blog if it is okay.

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Day 135 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

Another month in 2022 is in my rearview mirror on my road to express thankfulness. This adventure sometimes becomes a challenging task, but I’m discovering so many things to be thankful for each day. Focusing on the positive despite all the tragedy in the world makes me happy. It motivates me to work toward a positive change and being grateful drives away fear. I can see so many potholes in the road, but I start my day searching for the blessings in my life. These events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of happiness at the end of the road. I am inviting you to come along for the ride. Why don’t we all travel the road of gratefulness in May? This post covers day 135 of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day 135 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day 135 of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful for my 500 hundred WordPress followers. I got a notice that all of those people are now following me. I am grateful for every one of them. It is a lift to the ego because I have discovered so many talented and helpful people during my blogging adventures. I spend a portion of my day reading posts by other bloggers. The writing is filled with so much interesting and helpful information. I feel my world became bigger as I got acquainted with the WordPress community. I am grateful for all the bloggers I have met over the years.

This old lady is happy.

This old lady has learned thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Even in dark places, it is good to seek light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Don’t neglect to see the good things right in front of your face because you hear the world is falling apart. Let me tell you a secret. The world is always falling apart when you focus on the doom and gloom. You won’t always find thankfulness an easy road, but it’s an adventure we can all take together. What are you thankful for today? Leave a comment, and bless my heart. I  am not being sarcastic when I say that. I could use the encouragement as much as the next person.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
Come along for the ride. Why don't we all travel the road …
Don’t Even Think
I plan to use  Rebecca Hunt's Mr. Chartwell until it runs out …
Day 136 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
Come along for the ride. Why don't we all travel the road …
Compliance
I'm going by the old cliché "waste not, want not." I plan …

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  1. I have been enjoying these 365 days of thankfulness. I read them everyday, even though I don’t always comment. I agree the blogging friends I have made are wonderful and I am thankful for them too. Have a great Sunday!

  2. I’ve been grateful, in return, for your presence among us in the WP family, for a long time now. You give us heartwarming reading ~ and you do much more than simply read the works of others, you very frequently take the time and trouble to leave encouraging comments too. I see your uplift all over this site, and I myself can remember some very dark days that you helped so much to brighten. We have a sister to be grateful for in you! 🌹

    1. Thank you. I am glad i have been an encouragement. There are so many ugly voices in the world these days it is important for people to lift one another upwhen they can. Yoiu are one of my favorite poets.It is my pleasure to leave comments about your work.

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Friendship Betrayed

I ripped another page from the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall. We enter the month of May with thoughts of Spring swimming around in our heads. The sun is shining bright on the days it isn’t raining. The snow vanished into distant memory. This month I plan to explore a poetry style that reminds me of a trickling waterfall. Udit Bhatia created the Cascade poem. There are no rules for rhythm or meter. The layout is simple in that the lines of the first stanza are repeated as the refrain lines in the stanzas that follow. The poem flows like this ABC, xxA, xxB xxC. Add lines to the poem longer. Thus, you are making a cascading effect with words. How hard can that be? This Cascade Poem I titles Friendship Betrayed.

Note: I will also be adding Black Out Poems as we go along the way. I plan to keep using this style until the book I’m using runs out of pages for me to play with to create these unique and visual poems. I might as well get started. I’m excited about jogging down this road.

Friendship Betrayed

Friendship Betrayed

You tell me your secrets
And I’ll tell you mine
No qualms about playing
Truth or Dare
Things were so simple then

I have learned to live with regrets
Beyond the betrayals
Both large and small
Who would have guessed?
You tell me your secrets

Some words are hard to define
They can be tangled 
Mangled into a long chain
Link upon link beyond truth
And I’ll tell you mine

You told without contemplating
How everything would play out
There was no magic in the game
No matter the outcome
No qualms about playing

Over the years it seemed unfair
That the guilty walked away
It was all so devastating
The way your eyes glowed with delight
Truth or dare

Cheaters always win
In this game of fools
I forgot about it long ago
I bring it up now because
Things were so simple then


Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
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Don’t Even Think
I plan to use  Rebecca Hunt's Mr. Chartwell until it runs out …
Day 136 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
Come along for the ride. Why don't we all travel the road …
Compliance
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Day 134 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

Another month in 2022 is in my rearview mirror on my road to express thankfulness. This adventure sometimes becomes a challenging task, but I’m discovering so many things to be thankful for each day. Focusing on the positive despite all the tragedy in the world makes me happy. It motivates me to work toward a positive change and being grateful drives away fear. I can see so many potholes in the road, but I start my day searching for the blessings in my life. These events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of happiness at the end of the road. I am inviting you to come along for the ride. Why don’t we all travel the road of gratefulness in May? This post covers day 134 of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day 134 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day 134 of my 365 days of happiness, I am grateful for all the fun we had at Holland Tulip Time. The sun shone all day, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. We had a fantastic time even though we spent hours standing in line. We sat in a traffic jam to get into the artisan show, but the paintings and crafts were worth the trouble. We never made it to Windmill Island because of the crowd, but we saw amazing tulip displays. I also enjoyed spending time with my daughter and her family. We all had a lot of fun, and it proved to be a great adventure. I am grateful for the perfect day.

The old lady opens her mouth..

This old lady has learned thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Even in dark places, it is good to seek light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Don’t neglect to see the good things right in front of your face because you hear the world is falling apart. Let me tell you a secret. The world is always falling apart when you focus on the doom and gloom. You won’t always find thankfulness an easy road, but it’s an adventure we can all take together. What are you thankful for today? Leave a comment, and bless my heart. I  am not being sarcastic when I say that. I could use the encouragement as much as the next person.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
Come along for the ride. Why don't we all travel the road …
Don’t Even Think
I plan to use  Rebecca Hunt's Mr. Chartwell until it runs out …
Day 136 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
Come along for the ride. Why don't we all travel the road …
Compliance
I'm going by the old cliché "waste not, want not." I plan …

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Scrutinised the Familiar

I ripped another page from the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall. We enter the month of May with thoughts of Spring swimming around in our heads. The sun is shining bright on the days it isn’t raining. The snow vanished into distant memory. This month I plan to explore a poetry style that reminds me of a trickling waterfall. Udit Bhatia created the Cascade poem. There are no rules for rhythm or meter. The layout is simple in that the lines of the first stanza are repeated as the refrain lines in the stanzas that follow. The poem flows like this ABC, xxA, xxB xxC. Add lines to the poem longer. Thus, you are making a cascading effect with words. How hard can that be? This Cascade Poem I titles Scrutinised the Familiar.

Note: I will also be adding Black Out Poems as we go along the way. I plan to keep using this style until the book I’m using runs out of pages for me to play with to create these unique and visual poems. I might as well get started. I’m excited about jogging down this road. Also in this particular poem I feel scrutinised should be spelled scrutinized, but I didn’t want to move away from the original text.

Scrutinised the Familiar

Desperate to understand
Carnivorous instincts
White-hot
With smoke and magnesium
Without interruption
I don’t have a choice.”
“Look at it again.”
Scrutinised the familiar.
The wedding guests
Flagstones and rose bushes
Committee of stones
Gloved hands
Baby in a white cap
Flapping dresses
The features were lost
Watching
Covetous

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

Day 137 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
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Don’t Even Think
I plan to use  Rebecca Hunt's Mr. Chartwell until it runs out …
Day 136 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness
Come along for the ride. Why don't we all travel the road …
Compliance
I'm going by the old cliché "waste not, want not." I plan …

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Day 133 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

Another month in 2022 is in my rearview mirror on my road to express thankfulness. This adventure sometimes becomes a challenging task, but I’m discovering so many things to be thankful for each day. Focusing on the positive despite all the tragedy in the world makes me happy. It motivates me to work toward a positive change and being grateful drives away fear. I can see so many potholes in the road, but I start my day searching for the blessings in my life. These events or things might seem small and insignificant, but they add up to a giant pile of happiness at the end of the road. I am inviting you to come along for the ride. Why don’t we all travel the road of gratefulness in May? This post covers day 133 of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day 133 of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day 133 of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful that the rain stopped an hour before the second half of our party arrived. We started to get tired of the constant two-day shower because the rain forced us to stay in our motel room. We did make a short trip to Holland to scout out the festival. It made the one-hour trip uncomfortable. The constant stream of water from the semi tires made it hard to see the road. A motel room can get boring after a while. I am grateful the sun came out when my daughter and her family arrived. We went out to dinner on the beach and watched an amazing sunset.

This old lady can’t keep her mouth shut.

This old lady has learned thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Even in dark places, it is good to seek light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. I bet if you dig deep, you can come up with something to be thankful for today. Don’t neglect to see the good things right in front of your face because you hear the world is falling apart. Let me tell you a secret. The world is always falling apart when you focus on the doom and gloom. You won’t always find thankfulness an easy road, but it’s an adventure we can all take together. What are you thankful for today? Leave a comment, and bless my heart. I  am not being sarcastic when I say that. I could use the encouragement as much as the next person.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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The Death of a Dream

I ripped another page from the calendar hanging on my kitchen wall. We enter the month of May with thoughts of Spring swimming around in our heads. The sun is shining bright on the days it isn’t raining. The snow vanished into distant memory. This month I plan to explore a poetry style that reminds me of a trickling waterfall. Udit Bhatia created the Cascade poem. There are no rules for rhythm or meter. The layout is simple in that the lines of the first stanza are repeated as the refrain lines in the stanzas that follow. The poem flows like this ABC, xxA, xxB xxC. Add lines to the poem longer. Thus, you are making a cascading effect with words. How hard can that be? This Cascade Poem I titled . The Death of a Dream

Note: I will also be adding Black Out Poems as we go along the way. I plan to keep using this style until the book I’m using runs out of pages for me to play with to create these unique and visual poems. I might as well get started. I’m excited about jogging down this road.

The Death of a Dream

The Death of a Dream

My once upon a time
Became never, never land
Still a girl has to dream
Even after the fairytale
Succumbing to a lingering death

It never was a crime
To believe little girl stories
The prisoner with the long hair
A servant with a magic shoe
My once upon a time

I never could really understand
The difference between rich and poor
Beauty and the dreadful beast
Why my fate was so jagged
Became never, never Land

It seemed like such a simple scheme
An arrangement of consonants and vowels
Simple words on a page
The illusive world of books
Still a girl has to dream

The ship of hope set sail
On a dark drunken sea
Miles away from the safe port
Carrying a cargo of words
Even after the fairytale

Persevering until  my last breath
I dream the dream of fools
I write my stories with restless hands
Creating dreams with eyes open
Succumbing to a lingering death




Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

Be sure to follow Molly on Twitter!

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