Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose

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 ...

  Another writing assignment from my writing class   Character Sketch and development    Although Emma looked graceful in her flirty floral surplice dress that flounced below the waist, everyone could hear her coming down the hall. She walked fast and she walked loud. Thump, clump, thump, was the sound she made promenading from her desk to the copy machine. “Here comes Emma” was on the minds of her co-workers. Co-workers were then greeted by Emma with a cheerful grin and a bubbly “good morning, how was your weekend?” as she passed by.      Emma had only worked in her new role as assistant to the Community Outreach Director for 3 months, but she was the best candidate of the twenty-four that had applied. She was thrilled when she was offered the position and hoping this was the beginning of a new career.   It did not take long to before Emma was part of the work family, she fit in so easily and they felt as if she was their daughter. ...

  Sarah crouched behind the Queen Anne chair in her grandmother’s parlor. Eyes closed tightly; she held her breath. Tears left dirty tracks as they slid down her face. Don’t cry, she whispered to herself. It will only make it worse. M aybe I can just hide here until everyone leaves . She repeated in her mind over and over. Her dress was both tattered and dirty, hanging limply from her body like an old rag. Mama was reluctant to purchase the dress, with Sarah being a tomboy. She also knew mama could never say “no” to those big blue eyes. I shouldn’t have begged mama to buy the periwinkle blue cotton dress. She thought. But it was so pretty, and I look so pretty wearing it…I also love the word periwinkle... It is fun to say it. As she was adjusting the grey sash that was tied into a bow around her waist, she gasped Look at this...it was once white and lovely. Now look at it! Should have listened to mama? Mama said to change clothes before playing by the riverbank...

      Harley Wilkens had never owned a pig before. In fact, he never owned any pet. This was a continuous argument with his mother. He was just a high school teen who was getting ready for college, and he wanted to become a veterinarian. If he had a pig, he could study its behaviors, learn about the body parts and what noises it makes when hungry, mad or curious.                Tommy Flanders was Harley’s best friend since first grade. They did everything together. Tommy was trying to decide what to do with his pig – Bessie, while he was off at college. Harley thought and thought of how to help his friend out.                “I know” Harley stated, with a big grin on his face, “I will take the pig off your hands”                “You are crazy” Tommy said, trying not...