Long Time No Post - 2025 UPDATE

2025 Greeting! 

Instead of creating another post to just say the same, I figured I would keep this one going. Let's see if I actually stick to writing this time! I spent some time this morning reading these poems while drinking my coffee! 

I have actually started writing a book—well, I have a couple going. It's time to really make this writing thing a priority; it's not like I am getting any younger. Life keeps getting in the way, and I keep letting it. I think it's time that I stop letting it get in the way of something I truly enjoy and have enjoyed all my life. 

Hope everyone has a blessed day! 

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Well it has definitely been a minute! 

Wow! I had forgotten all about this blog. As I was reading through the posts I made, I was reminded how much I enjoyed these photo challenges! I can't even recall why I stopped doing them. I guess, as it usually does, life just got in the way. 

Since this was so much fun and I seem to have some time on my hands these days, I am going to at least do one a week. So if there is anyone out there that is still reading this, or notified when I write, I am back! So let's have some fun. 

I miss writing and I believe that it is indeed my true calling and I know it is my true passion in life. 

Well this was just a little note letting anyone out there is cyberland still reading that I am going to revamp this blog and start writing some more. 

Hope all is well and everyone is having a blast in 2021. 

Elle 

Photo Challenge #12

Alone she waits by the phone, 

hoping that today 

he'll call. 

Misery clings to her 

like the cold chill of the wind. 

She fights back the tears, 

waiting to hear his voice, 

knowing in her hear he is okay 

She waits, 

the phone remains silent. 

Where he is

she does not know. 

When he'll call only heaven knows. 

Her fears 

keep her awake, the phone in her hand. 

Who will comfort her,

silence does not. 

Who will wait with her

silence does.

Alone she waits by the phone,

hoping that today 

he'll call. 

She keeps her hands busy

with menial tasks

and 

daily chores. 

Her mind wanders to the 

dangers unknown.

Her heart is heavy with 

unanswered prayers. 

Will he call? 

Will he come home? 

Is okay? 

Questions that plague her day

in and day out. 

The day does come, 

when his call comes in. 

The smile lights up her face, 

bringing tears of joy,

and once again, 

she knows...

Today he is okay...

Photo Challenge #11

As I write, I ponder, 

I wonder, 

I dream and I imagine. 

The words 

on paper are the words 

I keep inside. 

The things I want to say to you, 

but never come out right. 

I haven't seen your face in awhile,

but I have read your words of sorrow, 

grief and even joy. 

You have heard voice, 

but I can't speak the words that I write. 

With time and days doing by

things will change, 

people will evolve and 

the sun will always rise as time 

moves on. 

Written words are timeless 

and know no 

boundaries or limitations. 

These words that I can't speak in person, 

are the words that 

keep me awake until they are written. 

If we had nothing,

we would still have words,

words that don't know distance and have no 

boarders.

No matter the distance between your

heart and mine, 

no matter if we never see each other again, 

we will always have our 

words. 

These words you have written 

of love and longing

touch my heart. 

Over time these letters 

that I keep, 

remind me that you 

did exist, 

and for moment I had you, 

but for always, 

wrapped in ribbon,

I will have your words. 

Photo Challenge #10

The way she looks, 

still and calm, 

like the quiet of the day. 

Her gentle nature,

peaceful gaze, 

betray what lies beneath. 

What she keeps hidden, 

no one knows, 

no one sees. 

She lies still beneath the tree

watching as petals float freely to the ground. 

With a gentle hand,

she grasps one,

only to let it fall to the ground. 

Her hope locked inside,

not free to float

or fall to the ground.

Her anger set free, 

unwilling to let it return, 

yet what she hides,

what she keeps locked inside,

only she knows. 

Her calm is from the wind, 

her peace from the 

floating petals.

Her gentleness from the Lord above.

Her kindness 

unknowingly from her heart. 

The truth of herself, 

lies in the beauty of 

what she doesn't know, doesn't see.

Photo Challenge #9

A face that hides emotions, 

a heart that keeps them quiet. 

A hollow wooden existence that keeps 

out all.

A face hidden in the crowd, 

not overly noticeable or

recognized.

A face that once was soft 

now hardened by

time. 

Carved by the experiences 

dealt by life. 

Shaped by the hands 

of time. 

A face that has seen 

joy come

and

joy lost. 

This face that has been 

weathered by storms and molded

by time.

This face that will always 

stand the tests of time

and in the end

is held by strength, 

dignity and 

will forever be.

Photo Challenge #8

The path is long, 

the lessons learned will be many

along the way. 

Though there is darkness in the now, 

the light is at the end. 

In the distance ahead 

the darkness will be a memory, 

not forgotten, but no longer 

hovering ahead. 

Though the path was long, 

the journey was 

inevitable. 

It may have been filled with heartache 

and pain, 

but in the end it was worth 

the lessons learned. 

In the end, 

what will your journey read?

Did you stand, and persevere?

Did you fall and not push ahead?

How will your journey end?

Our path is chosen for us, 

long before we are born.

The outcome is known to the one who created us, 

but unknown to us

until the end. 

The path we walk,

the journey we take,

in the end

it made us who we are. 

The journey may have been made in the darkness

of the unknown, the fear of what lies ahead. 

Only if you are willing to 

continue, 

will you see that there is a light 

at end of the journey.

Photo Challenge #7

In the quiet of the morning, 

she ponders life,

she wonders

if the choices she's made

followed the 

path she was suppose to take.

The path she has

taken has many twists and turns,

the paths not taken

are the ones she thinks about

in the quiet of the morning.

Missed chances, 

forgotten memories, 

lost love,

did she take the right path?

As the the morning 

moves on, 

She ponders the choices 

she has made. 

All she has been through 

to get to this moment,

have created the path she walked.

Pain and heartache,

have built that walls along that path,

love and joy 

have put holes in that wall

to let the sunlight in. 

The path ahead unmade,

waiting for the stones to be laid.

Wondering where the journey may lead.

What the future holds,

for the moment, 

Only God knows.