Brandon Ellrich's Blog, page 16
April 28, 2021
Resentment
"Pretty young maiden, for what dost thou pine?” “I wish for a beau whom I may call mine.”“And what shalt thou do if given this treasure?” “I shall give him my heart and love without measure.”Found she her beau and they joined at the altar; Loved him she did without fear or falter.One winter day an offense was spoken; Her pride was hurt, her spirit was broken.She gathered herself and haughtily rose; She went to her rocker and stuck up her nose.She sat with a huff and her chin in the air, Engulfed in her pity in her old rocking chair.Time traveled by as she sat there alone; Her true love forgotten, her heart turned to stone.He asked for forgiveness; she would not but budge; Proclaimed he his love, but she held to her grudge.“What grudge hast thou held to these many Decembers?” The old maid sat silent, for she could not remember.Her love passed away, but pride held her tears; She pitied only herself o’er the years.The old maid lived on and may still be there, Alone and resentful in her old rocking chair.
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April 25, 2021
April 23, 2021
Caturday 4-24-21
Zak and his Puzzle Box
April 21, 2021
Into the Deep
Strolling along the shore,Sand dissolving beneath my feet.As the tide lures it away,So it pulls me too.Pushing and pulling,Pulsing back and forth.Does it warn me away,Or beckon me forward?My chest feels the pressure,As further I journey.Not easy to breathe, Impossible to stop.Floating,Weightless,Lifeless,Embarking on darkness.
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April 18, 2021
April 16, 2021
Caturday, Apr. 17th
Silly kitty!I’m about to let the cat out of the bag!
April 14, 2021
Walking in the Rain
I saw a woman walking, In the rain one day.She hadn’t an umbrella, As she went along her way.When the sun came out, I saw not hide nor hair,But when the sky turned gray, She was always there.I wondered at her actions, And so I asked her why.She said, “On rainy days, No one can see me cry.“I wanted for so long,” she said, “To speak, but never dared;Wanting not to be a burden, I thought that no one cared.”As we walked along, Our conversation grew.She shared with me her story, Until the sun shone through.She hardly even noticed, The sky o’erhead had brightened,And as she poured her soul, Her mood also had heightened.The next time that you see someone, Walking in the rain,They may need you to listen, To take away their pain.For all the hurt and heartache, Stored up over the years,Cannot be washed away, By raindrops or with tears.Not everyone may have, A sister or a mother.Show compassion for your neighbor; Be kind to one another.
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April 11, 2021
April 9, 2021
Caterwaul
The hairs on her back stood up,A sound escaped her throat;A warning to her enemy,An expression to emote.Her ears flattened to her head,Her eyes were needle thin;A paw was raised in readiness,You could hear the drop of a pin.A flinch and then a pounce,Quick as a lightning flash;A growl, a hiss, extended claws,She swiped with a vehement slash.Kicking, biting, a yowl or two,They broke apart, fell silent;Never have I witnessed,Such playfulness so violent!
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April 7, 2021
Lost in the Fog
Fog rolls in,Hazy, white, opaque.Doubt, uncertainty,Ready to break.Cold, misty morning,Unnerving.Unsure, unclear,Undeserving.Lost, alone,Aimlessly wandering.Ready to give up,Destructive pondering.A friend appearing,A lighthouse shining.A hope, a path,Destination redefined.Faith in direction,No longer drifting.The end in sight,Fog is lifting.
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