mollyp's profile
AGE:
55
LOC: Elgin, IL
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 07
LOC: Elgin, IL
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: February 07
I have been writing for 40 years, basically for sanity’s sake. I have always dreamed of my fifteen minutes of fame.
I seem to have it now. Thanks!
Items
Version 4
4 Reviews
2 Comments
One thought can makes a thousand tears and all I have is a face streaked with experience.
Version 2
0 Reviews
0 Comments
The best of my life is when days to hours are knocking on ones door. A sorrowful despair takes my soul soaring. A piece of their heart, bonds with mine. Whole- within a family's void, I can give the gift of peace- and comfort at it's highest calling. Though death is swift, renewal is constant.
Version 1
0 Reviews
0 Comments
One day- I will walk away. This world too hard for me. Yet I will never forget those wanting to live- how I wish I felt that free. It's all what happens- in one's live- that really tells the tale- Now I know that I am tarnished- I live in my own jail. Too many faces, too many hands- since I have grown so old- there is nothing I don't remember- My story too deep to be told.
Version 2
0 Reviews
0 Comments
I wake- you are not here. Just the milky blue sea. I recall, it was the day before yesterday. Strip pool-my idea Slave time- yours. What genius we have together! Tunnels are everywhere. I will teach you the thrill of imagination, and you will teach me not to be shy. I will plant fields. Seeds of lilac and you will bring them to life.
Version 1
0 Reviews
0 Comments
Can love die so quickly, Like a radio clicked to off? It falls into tiny pieces of glass. It's change that makes our love difficult. It's you not satisfied with life, it's me not satisfied with you. How many times can we glue this shattered chaos, before it becomes too small to look for it with a magnifying glass?
[ View all items ]
Reviews
I enjoyed the story. I found it to be very imaginative and eye-opening. Children will love it and adults will understand their dogchild in new ways. I actually began to see through an animals point of view. I look forward to the following chapters. You do have a flare for writing in a way that holds ones interest.
Ha! I'll think twice, maybe thrice, before I turn down a sandwich. This got me laughing. It was a little hard to follow at first, but as I read it again, I pictured the whole scenario step by step. Such drama in your wording. It seems like this sandwich would get along very well with tissue and lotion! I'm sure Cheryl finds Dave quite entertaining! Wilted lettuce is gross after mating so long with bread and turkey. What more can I say...well, I enjoyed the chaos!
This has probably touched anyone who has lost a mother. I know it has me. All is descriptive from the cold to the warmth. Great flow. Perfect title. It reminded me of my own mother and I cried. Your last stanza is beautiful, filled with sorrow- yet a joy in the end. I really think this poem is worth publishing.
The simple detail works well with your imagination. Waiting to get picked- waiting for rain-perhaps waking to the warm sun. These are just a few of the ideas that came to mind. Soft and gentle. Thanks.
[ View all reviews ]
Favorites
People

















