We’re all Time Travelers. (A Passage) #RDP

Colorado1991.20741_1324079669700_5583546_n   circa 1991.

(c) 2019, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

We hurtled to here

through space and time,

to a future that back then,

we couldn’t see.

 

Who knew we’d watch TV on our phones,

now we’re never really alone,

with friends halfway across the earth,

but what are they really worth?

 

I go back and remember,

picking up a phone

playing songs on a record

when I felt too alone.

Calling friends to meet up,

getting ready to go out,

instead of dressing up

for a photo for my phone.

 

Today is an introvert’s dream.

Post your status every day.

Some will respond, like or laugh,

others  ignore or stay away…

and no one need really care.

 

Who knew it would all be so simple one day?

You can fight with friends by text

find online who will be next;

In a blink, life goes on.

 

Who knew it would all be so simple one day?

I used to write poems by the sea when my heart sank, now,

we post heartbreaks and rants on our wall.

I’d gladly take a passage  back to those days.

 

 

 

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Magical Afternoon. #FFfAW

Photo image credit, Michelle De Angelis.

 

Billy knew something was up.  Mom never spent that much time with him.  Time was great, but what was even better today in the gardens was her honesty.

She’d been distant and absent a lot lately.  He suspected something just as his dad did.  Good old, boring Dad.

“I’m moving in with the professor,” she confessed.  She’d met a lot of new people since pursing a Master’s.

“So, you and Dad are divorcing?”  Billy tried to act shocked.

“Yes.  Listen, it’s been falling apart for over a year.  I was just waiting for you to grow up a little.  Now you’ve got a job, and a car, and your friend’s family takes up a lot of your time.”

He almost told her they had adopted him, but he chose silence instead.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I replied, taking in the sweet floral scents around us.  The colors of nature after the earlier rain took on a glowing, magical quality.  Yes, everything would be alright.

~164 words

Every week, FFfAW posts a photo prompt to which you may respond with a story between 100 -175 words long. (No longer).

Join the #FFfAW Challenge or come along to see what others are writing! FFfAW Challenge, 7/03/18

 

 

#WeekendCoffeeShare. Where was I?

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Welcome to the Weekend Coffee share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali.  It’s the end of the school year for many of us, and as a teacher, I breathe a sigh of relief.  I got to sit back and chat a bit with fellow teachers at a late lunch commemorating the end of the year.  It was nice, but I left before the part was over so I could get home to finish up assignments for my online class.

Yes, in the midst of working on getting another novel released and wrapping up the school year, I started a course for teaching Gifted students last week.  It actually started on the same day as my 50th birthday!  Fortunately, I did most of my celebrating over the weekend leading up to my birthday.  Here is a post I published here on WordPress where I attempt to humorously deal with turning the BIG 5-0:   A Girl Turns 50    Now, back to this Teaching Gifted course.  It will  last until June 22nd, though it may not seem as tedious next week when I have Weds. through Fri. off work!  I can do this.  I can do this.

After 6/22, I’ll have a few free days for fun.  There is my boyfriend’s birthday and the Pixies concert.  It should be a great time!  Good old eighties music, the best kind!  We’ll be pretty tired the day after the concert, I’m sure, so I planned the book release for two days after the concert.

Yes, Undercurrents in Time, my sequel to Detours in Time, will be releasing on June 26th!

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Detours in Time, Book 1.

By the way, you can even check-out the pre-order page here for Undercurrents in Time, maybe even pre-order your copy at a reduced price before June 16th:

Undercurrents in Time Available on pre-order

That’s all I have for now!  It seems like plenty on my plate, I shouldn’t try to handle it all at once, but I think I can do this!  I just noticed how short this post is.  It has been another full-cup-of-coffee day, and I still have much more to do.  Have a great week, everyone!

*Weekend Coffee share is hosted at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/2018/06/01/weekendcoffeeshare-theatrics-games-and-potlucks/   where you can check out other fellow bloggers coffee shares and even enter your own for this week.  Check it out!

Y is for Yesterday. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

Colorado1991.20741_1324079669700_5583546_n Photo taken of me in 1991 while in CO.

(c) 2017, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Yesterday I was young,

but a new day has begun.

Every day is youngest at its dawn

If I look ahead I can go on.

 

Yesterday has brought me here,

why would I deny it?

Yet, I can’t stop at yesterday,

Nor can I sit beside it.

 

Let’s sing a song of yesterday,

when we were fresher, younger,

then put such thoughts safely away,

and as new people, strive onward.

*I’ve joined the April A to Z Blogger’s Challenge!  Can you believe it’s almost over?  I’ve just about done it!  Each day this month, I have written something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been challenging and fun while giving me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

Sisterly Love, Stated. A Poem.

Sisterly Love, Stated. A Poem(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Here’s to the girl who pulled me out of my hard shell cocoon in the corner of the classroom, and dared me to break out and find another side of me. I love you.Don’t forget my friend from our old church school, who still prays for me to this day, though our lives have gone such separate ways.We are still some kind of sisters.And the one whose identity was a mystery to me. Oh, the questions I asked, ……….Please view the rest at Source: Sisterly Love, Stated. A Poem.

*Photo credit, Pixabay (Creative Commons)trust-649465_1280

#flashfiction Friday Fictioneers, “The Road Less Taken.”

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Photo credit: PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma

Cassie stepped off the curb.  “Wait!  Wait!”  A male voice called.

She bristled.  Please, no, not when I’ve made it this far.

A young man approached another young woman next to her.  “I’m sorry,” he said, and embraced her.  Ah, true love.  Or not.

Close call, she thought.

Lord knows, it took enough nerve to get her this far.  She couldn’t stay any longer.  Something in her would die if she did.

The bus, a $50 fare, would get her on her way fast.  Back home.

“Merry Christmas to me,” she whispered, boarding the Greyhound bus, backpack in hand.

~99 words.

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.  It is awesome, in this blogging community, to see the many different responses that are generated from one prompt or photo.  I encourage you to create your own and click the InLinkz button to add it to the Friday Fictioneers responses!  While you’re at it, go to Rochelle’s link above and check out some of the other Friday Fictioneers’ responses!

Anxiety, The Phantom #poetry

One of my early WordPress posts…

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By Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Anxiety, The Phantom copyright, 1.05.16
A windy night brings it. Bam!
The back porch door slams
And I’m left to wonder what is there
What glowing eyes in the night will glare?
I am like a child, four years old again,
My fear and imagination bends.
What hoodlum or phantom lurks here?
I sense something evil crouching near.
Gone is all hope of sleep.
I must be ready in case he leaps.

“He” is my fear of things unseen,
Politicians and terrorists threatening me,
Bills, undone tasks, that won’t let me free,
Narrow minded people judging me
Worry for my son, in his melancholy
TV news feeding branches of my anxiety.
Things that make me think I have no weapon,
Realities that happen, with or without mention.
My canine detects no offending thief,
And only morning daybreak brings relief.

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