Through my eyes

Drama Queen

Just . . .     So . . .       Sleepy . . .

Single thought

Not a single thought was given when he opened the first bottle just a little past noon, savored the flavor and called it lunch. By three his productivity was lagging and he looked at the clock, wondering if he’d make the five o’clock deadline or just make a quick call and push out delivery till

Just a reminder . . .

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Autumn morning ~

It’s the little things

Sometimes all you need is a soft pillow and furry belly . . . ©2013 jillterry │jillterry.com

Traces of heart

It took only a moment to read Two hundred ninety-five words But in that span of realization It became clear she had nothing to offer No fantastical tales of life experiences No skill of any significant usefulness Nothing to make anyone take real notice Or sit alone with only their memories of her Years of

Breath of Life

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Soaring Solo

Morning coffee on the veranda Sun sparkling diamonds across still water Reflecting and questioning her needs and wants Completely alone with only her thoughts She thought about him across the miles Flying solo on that rocky coast Yoga at sunrise with no care in the world Guided solely by his internal light What was it