Tuesday, October 15, 2019


I am participating in the
 Slice of Life.  
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, 
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!

There are days that beg
to be paused,
so that one might savor
the blue sky,
the gentle breeze,
the praying mantis on the bush.

There are days that shout
to be ended,
so that one might never again
hear that cry,
feel that tension,
be surrounded by so many quenchless needs.

There are weeks
that combine the two,
where one wakes to
foreboding or cheerfulness,
depending on the day,
and making one
grateful for
fair to middling.


  1. You really capture the gamit here. Is the life of extremes the one we are all living? Is it the norm? Your precise word choice is spot on with the feeling of the piece, like a roller coaster or paddle ball set. Thanks for sharing.

  2. How lovely. We dream for first paragraph, survive the second, and mold ourselves to the reality of third paragraph. Or perhaps we reward ourselves with days to "pause" after the days that "shout" to end. This speaks to our ability to persevere.