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I felt like life was knocking me down,
Like the carefree days wouldn’t be back around
It seemed old age was knocking, knocking
Always getting holes in my stockings…
But no, “being old” is not for me yet;
I’m a fun, young dinosaur, you bet!
Change keeps coming, it’s a knocking.
Time for action, no more talking…
I shouldn’t fear what may come next
I always handle things, doing my best.
Yes, change keeps knocking on my door,
No time for me to fear what’s in store.
Through the threshold, I shall go
It’s the only way I’ll ever know.
Inspired by the one word prompt shared daily at RDP. Today’s is found at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/07/29/rdp-friday-knocking/
The Perfection Facade by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
If you stuff it down,
If you can just toe the line,
No one knows you fell.
Trust it to someone,
The times you fell off the line.
Shut self-judgment down.
*Both haiku were written in response to the Ronavan Write Haikay Challenge. You may view the details at
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Wrapped Up, (c) 2021 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Some journeys are covered outwardly
in confusion, bedlam, or shock
They are things we wouldn’t invite,
but we had to accept and take the journey
to get to peace on the other side.
Wrap it up anyway you want,
it’s how we deal with real life…
The story of my year, 2021.
Written in response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt, https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/12/23/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-wrapped/
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Maybe you have a bland color you don’t like,
But you find a way to incorporate others…
The blue that calms you, the blue that
The green that makes you feel embraced
like a long-time trusted friend
The brown that feels like
suddenly falling in the mud
The yellow like the sun that lifts you up
and helps you dust off and move again.
The bright orange of learning new things
and of laughter with a friend.
Such is the contrast of life, along the way
Enjoying all that we are, adapting
to the mysteries of each day.
**Posted in response to the daily prompt challenge at
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Today was my 15th day in the “Soul Coaching” book which gives 28 days of digging deeper and examining our lives with each week representing one of the four elements.
This is Fire Week. As you can tell from Monday’s Flash fiction post, the concept of fire has been present in my thoughts and my life, with its ability to destroy and rebuild things, to give us opportunities to start anew, etc. I, however, have found a need for balance. Still, fire showed up in my life and I said, “Okay. I will survive.” I had to let go of some things I held dear and move on toward newness. As the book says, “face your shadow self,’ and ‘examine your fears.’ I am now aiming to thrive amidst the fires of change and maybe even use them to my benefit.
This has inspired me to write a poem this week:
Respecting the Flame, (c) 2021
Some people never feel the burn
they fear it and won’t let the tables turn.
They won’t even let it smolder long
They feel it will destroy and set things wrong.
True, a fire can diminish all in its wake,
but remember its sharp ability to create–
to make something new of what was before,
to push us forward and knock down stubborn doors.
Fire symbolism turns up in expected places this week! Evening walk.
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Originally published (c) 2009 Pamela Schloesser Canepa
I write, I express
and I press so hard
The hurt in my shoulder
like little glass shards
I focus, I strive
My thoughts so intense
The weight on me
at times feels so dense.
Pop! I let the pressure out, let it rise
like a balloon at its demise…
Powerless, away with the wind it goes
The fear and the pain that I once held so close.
Revised version, 2021
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by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
They say the loneliest number is one,
but when all is said and done
Together can become empty, and you ask why?
Sometimes there’s a point, they no longer look you in the eye.
Sometimes, when you are just one
reaching out to many, you feel more whole
because when trying to stay together,
you denied and shuttered areas of your soul.
You may be blessed to stay together,
or as one, you can still withstand the weather
You be you; as one or part of two, neither one is better.
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(C) 2021, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
A spirit will not grow old
Unless you let it.
The flame of Youth is always there
Don’t squash it
With doubts, distrust, experience, and every outcome you think you know.
Rekindle the spark, enthusiasm, innocence, expectation of good things….
Don’t turn away fron the sun because you know it’s going to set
Let the sunset calm you just as
A sunrise will break open your heart
With excitement and hope.
Let your spirit learn from the dark
But keep the innocence of hope,
So your spirit will not whither in darkness,
But expands to make room for all you know, feel, and desire.
If you don’t cast out either, Can wisdom and innocence co-exist in your soul?
I believe it.
Loose the Clinging by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2021
Are you still clinging to
Your fears and shortcomings?
Do you let your fear shroud your light?
I can’t do Math, won’t travel alone,
Can’t commit to someone…
Can you let these thoughts go?
Are you being all you can be
Or simply being yourself?
(Or stopping short of it)
Are you wrong, or are you right?
How would you know, if you never really tried?
******** Written in response to the one word prompt, Cling, provided at Ragtag Community site. Visit it to see other takes on the prompt, and follow so that you may join in as well:
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(c) by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Spring is bittersweet, like a love song
because all good things must end.
Just as we can say goodbye to bitter cold
Only a moment’s memory can keep its hold.
But why think of the end, when it starts?
Instead, open widely of your heart
Race through the meadows in the sunshine
Sit picking daisies beneath the pine.
Seize the day like a bee
enjoying its pollen snack.
Yes, it will end later,
but later is not now.
No moment stays forever, anyhow.
No hurt can forever keep you down.
All moments must wash away down the stream
Good and bad, or in between.
Every Spring is here to be enjoyed.