Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose

    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.