25 Saturday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Cinquain, Poetry
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Beacon
Shines through
The stormy sea’s rage
A light in the dark, salvation
Refuge
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24 Friday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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My Familiar sits, so patiently
Atop the balcony, she waits
For she is a wise companion
Yes, her senses are innate
Black and white, against the night
Eyes glowing, emerald green
She knows my every secret
Her intelligence, quite keen
I don’t have to tell her my story
There’s no need, she is my friend
And already knows the outcome
Just as I do, in the end
Trustworthy, faithful, together
We grow old, in the same skin
Nine lives are not just for kitty
When a witch’s tale, we spin
With the light of the moon above us
Illuminating the purple sky
My Familiar and I, in harmony
As we watch the stars go by
And wait for the morning sun to shine
Then, she knows, this is the time
When she’ll disappear, once again
Becoming one with me, sublime
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23 Thursday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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In Loving Memory of John Freda 1968-2020
You left
Before I
Could say goodbye
I sit
And can’t help
But wonder why
You were taken
So soon
From us, away
Though
In our hearts
You’ll forever stay
I loved
Your kindness
Your gentle soul
But, alas,
Your absence
Will take its toll
On so many,
Who will never know
Your spirit
Or the sound
Of your laughter,
I can still hear it
A man
Who cared
For so many, but he
“Reach out,
I’m here,
If you ever need me”
A phrase
He would say to me,
Again & again
He’d listen,
And comfort,
And never complain
John,
You were truly
A wonderful friend
And
To our Alyssa,
You were a godsend
Now
You’re an angel,
In Heaven above
At peace
With our Lord,
Embraced in His love.
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Image by John Freda
22 Wednesday Apr 2020
Posted in My Thoughts
Dear friends,
It is with a very heavy heart that I tell you, we have lost a member of the WordPress community, a man who was a very dear friend to me and my family, and who treated my daughter like a sister. They were movie buddies, among other hobbies.
John Freda passed away this morning from COVID-19. He was 51 years young.
John has a blog on WP called The Magic Shop. He truly enjoyed writing and I truly enjoyed our banter back and forth about it. We kept each other in line, making sure we were writing, even if we didn’t feel like it. He had been quiet for most of this year, trying to find his way back to putting pen to paper. He truly enjoyed Fandango’s FOWC, and participated in it frequently.
John was a gentle soul, a man who would give you anything he could. I am honored to be able to call him my friend, my dear friend.
Please keep his Mom & Dad in your prayers. Both have the virus. Mom is on a ventilator, Dad fell and broke his back. Neither know they have lost their son…
22 Wednesday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Haiku, Poetry
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Leaf becomes shelter
When two get caught in the rain
Nature’s umbrella
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