Please excuse the formatting. I pride myself on creative formatting; this is reposted from a year ago and the format did not "translate" when I cut and paste.Usually, I can overcome it with "artistic and computer skill tricks" I've learned to override typepad's posting sy...

  ©2009 GEL "Misty Memories" CollectionTo purchase, or something similar, email me: ARTSYGEL18(AT)GMAIL(Dot)Com.   The Sunday Scribblings prompt was regret. This post is also for Poetry Train (Hop on! ), Totally Optional Prompts ("Repetition"), and One Si...

This old poem fits this week's One Single Impression (OSI) of "fading memories." It's also used for participation in Poetry Train. Visit both of these sites for links to a vast array of cool poetry! “Clothes the Doorâ€� I caught you tiptoeing out of charcoal shadows no long...

(Thank you to Sunday Scribblings   for this “lateâ€� prompt. Since I have now used this post again due to the romantic "sport(s)" of Valentine's Day weekend... and have no time to write to the current Sunday Scribblings prompt of "sport", just use your imagination of ...

This is not traditional poetry. Note to those who may not "dig" poetry, but have been entertained by my prose. Try reading my poetry. It's different since you know I'm a way out of the box person! It's sometimes humorous, often-times prose-like and this poem, like many I write,...

(Thank you to Sunday Scribblings   for this “lateâ€� prompt.) I was curled and comfy in my lilac quilt, completely relaxed and oh so cozy. In dreamland, I was being whisked about in cushioned style. Those silvery unicorns transported me around the word and my own hunky service of muscled mas...

Although I wrote this poem over five years ago, I thought of it instantly when I saw the prompt "I Knew Instantly" from the fantastic Sunday Scribblings Writer's Prompt Site. This poem has nothing to do w ith photograpy, other than to give you the idea  of the setting...

Her childhood was a mottled mixture of stark surroundings and cotton candy fantasy. The latter she undoubtedly wove to protect herself from the former. She likes to recall her imagination blooming  from the fertile seeds of (a)maze-like imagination thriving despite impoverished living conditio...