Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose

  As I was growing up, the first weeks of school consisted of wearing our newly purchased dresses and having our picture taken in front of mom’s rosebush. In our front yard, my sister and I stood, with one hand outreached towards a single rose. My sister on one side of the bush, while I was on the other. We smiled with our eyes squinting from the sun that shone on our face. Mom was so proud of her rose bushes, after all it was not easy growing anything in the desert sands of Las Vegas. However, my sister and I complied, as we were anxious to get to school and see our friends that we have not seen since Spring. … I bought a house six months after Jonny died.   This was a new adventure after almost 20 years of renting.   The garden was overgrown from lack of maintenance. I was working full time as well as obtaining a master’s degree but had unexplainable driving force to put the yard back in shape.   The rose bush in the back yard looked parched, dull and lifeles...

    I remember when postage stamps were only 5 cents. On July 13, 2025 the cost of stamps went from 75 cents to 78 cents… wow 75 cents since I was a kid. I knew the cost of stamps at such a young age because I was always at the post office buying them. I had several pen pals from all over the world, England, Japan, Canada, Ireland and more. I always wanted to travel and meet new people. Having pen pals was the next best thing.   I corresponded with some pen pals all the time, while others just occasionally or just for a few months. I did have one pen pal who lived in Hamworthy, Poole, Dorset England. Her name was Leslie and we started writing to each other when I was 12 or 13 years old.   I enjoyed receiving Leslie’s letters and learning about her, her family and her country. We would write about our interests, our hobbies, or favorite songs, etc. Leslie was such a good letter writer and I was always looked forward to checking the mailbox and hoping there was...

  A breath Slow and even and then faster and faster   joy bringing out from within Simple and sweet and becoming a strong emotion Snowballing but yet warmth Shining on my face and yet not sure if I should Feel this way Is it wrong, is this new, will it continue? Yes, it needs to continue and to soar above any other feelings Never a stranger and never an enemy Hopefulness of returning Sadness of it not Cherishing the sensations Temptations and sharing Purpose and remembering Where will this lead to or who will this lead to In the end, must it come to an end

I always love to write poems, whether it is  Haiku or just scribbling. Sometimes I start with word  prompts while other times the words just flow. So with pen in hand here are a few of mine. The last poem was written and published in a local free newspaper when I was just 20 years old.  Do you write poems? What is your style? How do you get inspired? Feel free to leave a comment. TULIPS  Tulips in the sun Bright, shiny and colorful  Bring me so much joy WRITING  When writing a book  Use your imagination  As well as your skills DANCE Dance to the merry tune, Of love in May or June, When things we see are not Dance oh dance.

  When I graduated in 2011 with master’s degree the theme of the ceremony was “Look up!” Everyone has their eyes focused on their laptops, iPad, cell phones, TV etc. “Look up!” is the newest version to “Stop and smell the roses”.   There is a whole world out there, the world is passing you by, everything that happens in this world affects you. We stay at a condo on the beach every winter when visiting my family in Florida for Christmas. The seagulls fly by our 8 th story balcony every year and every day. Alas, every year I say “Hey, look at the birds”.   Unfortunately, no one listens, and they miss out. However, this year they accidently saw the birds, it was a fluke. They were so excited and talked for several minutes about this event. They acted like this was the first time it happened. Well…LOOK UP! The last 2 Christmases I saw dolphins in the water when looking out our condo window. Did anyone else see them? No, the computers, TV and cell phones were much more ...

The Parade   Hurry! You Know we are going to miss the parade. Laura always over exaggerated and was a bit nervous and anxiety driven. She did not want to miss out on anything. Always afraid the if she closed her eyes for one minute, she would miss something important or something important would miss her. Her sister Veronica, also known as Roni to friends, had the total opposite personality, she was “cool as a cucumber” as the saying goes. “What is the rush” Roni said, “Tommy is going to save us spot. It is a least 30 minutes before it starts and it only takes us 10 minutes to walk there.” “You just don’t care,” Laura said with a pout on her lips. “I do care,” Roni retorted back “Wellllllllll, then let’s go” So, off the two girls went chatting all the way and just when they reached Main St. and started to turn left to where the allocated seats were. In turning, they were almost run over by the parade goers. “What is going on?” Laura and Roni spouted out in unison ...