Are You Out There?

Hi my friends. I am moved, not settled in but moved in. It was a busy day Saturday. Almost 7 hours of keeping that foot on the gas or brake pedal. I was nervous, but I always am. I never have enjoyed driving; but there are times you do what needs to be done.

I pulled into Warsaw, Indiana around 6pm. I sat as the two gentlemen unloaded the truck that carried my life story in. After they completed the job, I looked around and thought, ugg, look at this mess.

Each morning I awoke bright and early. I had my energy drink which is my coffee with cream and some breakfast; then started opening each box. By today, Thursday, I am down to one room left, the spare bedroom.

In that room are those items you really don’t know what to do with. You begin to start placing them in empty places, hoping that when all is done, everything looks balanced. The one thing I have had to deal with is the internet company. After 2 separate visits from them and the still remaining slow internet, I called this morning and told them, ” Come today, fix it right, or refund me and I will take my business elsewhere”. They were here by 3:30 this afternoon and the internet is up to the speed it should have been the first day they activated it.

I haven’t been on-line much because I could take a shower and do the dishes while a simple game on Facebook was opening. I could see my emails and sometimes respond, but WordPress was out of the question. It wouldn’t open for me.

I have a clear and open kitchen today so I was able to fix a real supper for myself. I can actually see the floor in the living room and I know without a doubt where the toilet paper is in the bathroom. Isn’t moving and unpacking just a hoot? lol.

I was finished with supper and decided to take advantage of my front steps since the sun had moved to the back of the house. I heard a noise and looked up and saw this plane flying overhead. I wondered if he saw me waving at him, as I didn’t see him wave back. lol. So anyways, I am back. Are you still out there?

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Weekly Poetry Prompt Contest

The cover photo on this page is a sculpture of Cupid and Psche*. Sculpture is called Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

You may write a poem in any style or form ONLY on how love chooses and not us when it comes to matters of the heart. Post the poem only. Explanation about your poem is permissible. No other photos. Poems with photos will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.

Contest will be from May 5 until May 12, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner is posted with his/her poem in the group.

* Cupid is the Roman god of love and his arrows make one fall in love. His mother was Venus who was jealous of Psyche’s beauty. She sent him to ply his arrows so that Psyche can fall in love with a monster. Instead he was so mesmerized by her beauty that Cupid pricked himself. There goes the thought of love chooses.



Money can buy

Anything you want

A new car

Different house

New hairdo

There are those

Who believe that

Without money

You are without life

I don’t feel that way

Money helps but

It can’t buy happiness

Nor can it buy love

We must wait

Keep our confidence

Know we deserve it

Not be envious of others

For we all know

That when the time is right

Cupid will fly from the heavens

And shoot arrows in the hearts

Of you and your  chosen

Then love will open our eyes

Smell the roses deeper

Skies will brighten

Problems will soften

Then and only then

Will we forget all material

And focus on our one and only

Written by,

Terry Shepherd