This poem was written around 1993 or 1994. Stormy Weather The skies are dark and gray The sun rays are no where to be seen I know what is about to happen Because of the dark, stormy weather The wind is like a feather Light and free-flowing And has no idea where it's going It's… Continue reading A Poem #3
Self-Care ideas for the weekend
Thursday's post was a heavy one, plus this has been a hard week. Here's a little graphic I made on Canva with a few ideas on how to take care of yourself this weekend. I'll probably try at least numbers 2 and 5. How about you? © 2021 Dimples and Grins. All Rights Reserved.
It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t) – Part 3
By this point in my experience, the doctor in the emergency room figured out that I needed a blood transfusion, but why did I need it? That was the major question. I hadn’t had any recent surgeries or major injuries where I would have lost a lot a blood. I answered a series of questions… Continue reading It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t) – Part 3
A Poem #2
Queue up Joni Mitchell's chorus before reading this poem, 🎵"Don't it always seem to go when you don't know what you got till it's gone."🎵 This poem was written sometime in 1996. All Alone Now that you're gone I'm all by myself I'm all alone I never had enough time To spend with you But… Continue reading A Poem #2
It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t) – Part 2
(Note: I am posting this on the one year anniversary of the initial event.) I made it through the first part of my journey, which was getting to the emergency room. At this point, I still don’t think anyone took me seriously. After checking in with the office, despite all my symptoms, I had to… Continue reading It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t) – Part 2
It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t)
Note: I greatly respect the medical field, but this part of my experience tells of my awful encounter trying to get medical assistance. This is a long essay, so I am going to break it into 2 or possiblely 3 parts. There are times in my life when I sense something is wrong. Like when… Continue reading It’s probably a panic attack (it wasn’t)
A Poem #1
So as of last week, I posted a year's worth of poems. I decided to start a new group this week. This poem was written around 1993. I tried to make hanging out in my basement with my cats sound poetic. 😺 This is from the era when I first started writing poetry seriously. Secret… Continue reading A Poem #1
🥚How did that end up in my eye?🥚
An eyelash in the eye is uncomfortable. Anything else is excruciating. I cannot fully explain the story of how I ended up with a pigeon’s egg in my eye, but I’ll try. It was a warm day, and I was riding my tricycle in the backyard. I was around 4 years old. My mother was… Continue reading 🥚How did that end up in my eye?🥚
A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
Counting this post, I have posted a year's worth of weekly poems. It has taken me over a year to do so, but life happens. I remember writing this poem while sitting outside watching a storm brew. I was written around 1993 or 1994. Storm Storm you are brewing The winds are getting stronger Blowing… Continue reading A Poem – Week Fifty-Two
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