Month: April 2023

NaPoWriMo #5

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on the move for a move

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–and the lease will terminate
in August. I refuse to stay
planted here with soaring
rates, lack of upkeep, and
trusted neighbors leaving
left and right.

the upcoming future will
find me meeting with two
different apartment communities; one near
and one on the other
side of town.

I hate moving, yet August
will come around spinning
on its heels, waiting for me
to two-step my way into
its arms.

as long as I don’t lose
an arm and a leg searching for
our new home, I’m happy
to be on the move for
a move.

NaPoWriMo #4

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Manifested Change

I prayed, spoke into the
putrid air, and gave my
worries to God.

“Place me where you want
me–where I can do the most
good. Please let me find a
writing job where I can also
be creative, but continue to
help people, too.”

God has a demented sense
of humor sometimes, and
He will answer prayers in
the most bizarre way.

But He heard me, and I
now sit back in my new
role moving from Entry Level
Scheduling to Higher Level
Scheduling (Central Scheduling
Specialist, III) and he also
placed me on the
Engagement Team.

And what am I doing there?
Writing, creating flyers, sending
out company invitations,
coordinating exciting events,
and building with my team.

Soon, we’ll have a social
media presence on Facebook,
and everyone’s getting excited.

I prayed, spoke into the
putrid air, and gave my
worries to God.

Manifestation only takes
a few moments; from your
lips to God’s ears.

“Ask and you shall receive.”

This promotion was in place,
and I had no idea.
He moved on my behalf,
and like the perfection He
truly is, He was right on time.

Originally published in soliloque via Medium.

NaPoWriMo #3

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Winter’s Indecisiveness

Winter’s chill settles in
the clouds–hovers over my
city, unable to move forward.

I wake up to the cool air
trapped in my bedroom,
slide my body from the bed,
and close the windows.

42°, the Weather App reads.
I sigh and shuffle my
frozen, slippered-feet to the
kitchen for a cup of water.

The first few days of April
are always tricky here in
NC. We never know what
we’re going to get, and that
in itself, is a mystery to
digest.

If I had to Zodiac the weather,
I’d call it “Libra.”
Its intentions versus its
indecisiveness shines in
front of a shaky camera.

And we all benefit from it,
rather than shrivel up
within our skin like we
sometimes feel like
doing.

Winter, say “Hi” to spring
for me when you finally
set her free from the
hold you have on her.

NaPoWriMo #2

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my love

Jernee Timid, sitting; enjoying the sun at my friend’s place. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

she looks at me with
awe settling in her pupils;
sweet nectar in my heart.

I love harder because
of her, and no one will
EVER take her place.

my love wakes me up
in the morning when the
sunlight kisses her nose.
I’m alert. I’m aware. I’m
forever changed.

she is my comfort, and
the welcome wagons that
come for me and don’t
want her are unwelcome

NaPoWriMo #1

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visit

today, I’ll visit
my crush, spend time
twiddling thumbs, give
housewarming gifts, and
listen to her laugh.

it’s fading; how I feel
for her–fleeting, and that
tells me time is preparing
me for a different phase,
peppering me with other
things with which to be
concerned.

and isn’t it funny?
how life has a trickle down
of happenings to keep
us on our toes even
when we’re so tired of
dancing.