Imagination
Poem from Hagar:
Imagination
sparkling gift, wealth of childhood…
it brush-paints long days
pours hourglass full…illusions
spiced honey panacea–
Harsh-edged Time erodes
warps veneer…Reality
bared leaves soul at risk
~H~
Poem from Hagar:
Imagination
sparkling gift, wealth of childhood…
it brush-paints long days
pours hourglass full…illusions
spiced honey panacea–
Harsh-edged Time erodes
warps veneer…Reality
bared leaves soul at risk
~H~
Poem from Hagar ~

Thanks to you my heart
is padlocked for all time
don’t dare claim it your victory
don’t mistake my words
as pining for a last chapter
reconciliation–
you no longer own a single
pulse of beating organ
behind bone bars
prison you built–
memories, fiery darts from
season of ill-winds blown
torment ~
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2026/02/14/weekend-writing-prompt-455-padlock/
From Hagar ~
Husband–all about money
it was all his
wife–expected to work
multiply it for him
it was not hers
it was not love
just money
nothing was hers
she was nothing
the mute message
deafened her
she left with nothing…
except freedom
to make a life alone
but no longer lonely–
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/02/08/three-things-challenge-mm329/
Berean Standard Bible
For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, abusive… 2nd Timothy 3:2
From Hagar ~
Lonely hunter heart*
lacks wise discrimination
blind and lame seek same ~
*Words borrowed from Carson McCullers’ novel, The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter–
The apple of his mother’s eyes
upon his whim the sun would rise
but as her prince there was a cost
too early found his childhood lost
chained to midnights drinking lies
~ Cale
https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/02/09/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-270/
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Bartlett’s Quotations
gift from my mother…
who may have sensed
somewhere in the dark
recesses of cluttered heart
that someday I’d write
a million words she’d
never care to read–
~~*~~
And did She know…
my perfectly well-mannered
dignified grandmother
of very few words
(lest she be chastized
by my mother)…
did she suspect I’d be
the only grandchild who’d
hear the Lord’s voice
and follow His call?
she gave me the white
bible with Jesus’ words
in red letters–
I miss the time
the conversations we
were robbed of by
her jealous daughter–
but this I know
she waits for me, and
we’ll have all eternity–
~ Cale
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/06/books-ive-been-given/
Grief has a flavor…
burnt toast
(burnt everything)
and hostile aftertaste…
crushed by your departure
I’ve no appetite…
even chocolates
taste of ashes–
And mourning has
no sense of time
it resists scheduling
ignores seasons…
within heart perpetual
calendar pages turn, turn
as mourning wears a style
all its own, regardless
of fashion trend…
elaborate sighs of silk
in pale to pewter shadows gray…
that’s what you bequeathed to me–
~ Cale
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/elaborate-2/
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/27/sigh/
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/26/style-4/
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/05/hostile-2/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/rdp-saturday-time/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/31/rdp-saturday-crush/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/02/04/flavor/
A poem by Hagar ~

Indigo mood descending…
for, Valentine’s Day–
as detached train–hurtles
toward resigned heart
standing soldier-straight
on winter-bleak tracks…
numb, she can’t even feel the frost–
~ Hagar
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/weekend-writing-prompt-454-mood/

There was never a fight
no fist, nor voice ever raised
the fury was mute
but fatal…
death of a marriage
family divided, then
estranged…the end
to myriad dreams
every lingering hope
of restoration–
barring a last
minute miracle–
and her faith was
collateral damage ~
~ Cale
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/02/01/three-things-challenge-mm322/

A poem by Hagar ~
I do not mourn you less
for never having met
in mind’s heart you lived
and loved me more
than any here on earth before
I do not mourn you now at all
in occasional dreams you visit still
fragrant blossoms speak, “until…”
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2026/01/31/weekend-writing-prompt-453-mourn/