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A bench by the lake at Norfolk Botanical Garden

A bench by the lake at Norfolk Botanical Garden

There is a place I know.
A place I visit
Time and time again.
A place that speaks
To my heart.
To my soul.
That heals wounds inside of me
About which
I don’t even know.

I would take you there.
To that bench.
By the lake.
Ducks swim there
Frequently.
Pure white herons fly
Just above the water
Every now and then.

There are trees,
And flowers,
Azaleas,
And Rhododendrons,
Surrounding that bench.
Every now and then
They are filled with colors.
Reds,
Pinks,
Whites,
Violets,
And ever blues.

I’ve sat on that bench myself.
With my pen in hand.
My notebook in my lap.
Listening to the words
My heart spoke to me.
Trying desperately to hear
The song my own heart sings.

I would take you there.
To that peaceful place.
And let you rest.
Let you watch the water
Of the lake.
The birds as they fly by.
The squirrels
In the trees.
The robins
On the ground.

Let you close your eyes
And listen.
To the sounds
Of life.

And perhaps.
Just perhaps.
Some of your own wounds,
That I see
Every time I look into your eyes,
Will begin to heal.

Perhaps,
Some of the hurt
You feel,
And live with
Every day,
Will fade.
If only for a time.

And perhaps,
You might begin
To once more hear the music
Of your heart’s own song.
A song you forgot
So very long ago.

#12DaysBop : Day 9 – I Have A Tale For You

It’s day 9 of Stacy Hoyt’s 12 Days Of Christmas Blog Hop. Today, the prompt is stories. And I have a tale for you.


Gather ‘round children. I have a tale for you. A tale of forgotten dreams, a lost soul and an aching heart. Listen carefully, as I share this tale with you.

It’s the story of a boy who wrote stories, big and small. Drew airplanes, cars and spaceships. He drew flowers too. He loved to play the piano, in his family’s home. And he loved to sing. Not unlike many of you.

As the boy grew older his friends started asking him, “What are you going to be when you grow up? What are you going to do to make a living? It’s good that you can write. Don’t ever stop. But what are you going to do with your life?”

As he grew older, he stopped singing. One day in church he closed the hymnal and never sang another word. He stopped drawing for he knew his artwork wasn’t good enough for him to earn a living with. He even put down his paper and pen, and never wrote anything again.

He went to college, got a job, and went to work. Like people do. He took care of his family, bought them a house, and a car. He gave his wife, daughter and son everything they asked for.

But he never, ever smiled. He was a good grown up. A success in life.

Then one day, he heard a song.

I’ll be great becoming
Someone I’ll adore
Let me reach my destiny
The life I’ve failed before

Transform me in the image of
What I’d rather be
Open me and pour in
What you want from me

He cried. For the song described his life, and how he’d thrown himself away to become just like everyone else.


Please go enjoy the rest of the stories in the blog hop. There are some really gifted writers out there. It’s well worth reading their work. You can find the other entries here:

The 12 Days Of Christmas Blog Hop, Day 8 – The Gift Of Seas

The Prompt Was A Song

I wanted to try my hand
At a new flash fiction challenge.
So last night,
I visited the site
Of the challenge.
I reviewed the rules,
To make sure I knew
What I was doing.
And then I read the prompt.

The prompt was a song.
One I’d never heard before.
The kind of music
I don’t listen to.
But, change is good.
Different is good too.
So I listened to the song.
To see what I could come up with
In 500 words or less,
When using the song
As a source of inspiration.

And over and over again
That song said just one thing.
“C’mon. Talk.”

That’s when I became
Overwhelmed.
Overloaded.

Memories flooded me.
Of countless times
I couldn’t talk.
I couldn’t say a word.
Times my voice,
My body,
My emotions,
All ran wild.
And I couldn’t talk at all.

Times when I was a church.
In high school.
35 years ago.
“Talk to me!”
She begged.
She pleaded.
And I couldn’t say a word.

I wanted to!
Oh, God, how I wanted to!
No one will ever know
How much I wished
I could have found a way
To talk.

But that part of me
Just didn’t work.
No matter what I did.
No matter how I tried.

The times the church group
Had an event,
Where everyone attended.
And I wound up
Left out
Yet again.

Because I couldn’t talk.
I couldn’t ask
To be let in.
I couldn’t say,
“Don’t leave me as
The odd one out
Again.”

The times my friends
All said to me,
“You can’t be that way.
It’s wrong.
You have to change.”

And I wanted to ask why.
What was I doing wrong.
How could they be
The way they were.
I didn’t understand.

But no words ever came.
No words ever came.

My days in college
Were the same.
There were times
I couldn’t talk.

I remember the computer lab
On one Friday morning
Around 0500 hours.
When the pretty girl and I
Sat in the lab.
Waiting for the computers
To come back on-line
From maintenance,
As we ate junk food
From 7-11.

I remember how
I never really said a word.
Hell,
It never even occurred to me
To ask her out
To a movie.

I let her talk,
When she wanted to.
But like always
I couldn’t find a thing
To say.

Not one damn thing.

The list of memories
Goes on and on and on.
The stories are so plentiful
They all blur together.

Like one from July,
Just 2 years ago.
When a friend of mine
Saw me walking in the hall
At work.

She took me by the hand
And said so many times,
“Talk to me, Mark.
Talk to me, please!”

It was the first time
I found any words at all.
And she will never know
How hard it was to talk.
How much it hurt my
Physically.
To say just two words.
“Don’t leave.”

I’ve learned,
After all these years,
What was going on.
That my inability to talk
Was just another symptom
Of my ASD.
That sometimes things just happen
That overwhelm me.

I can’t figure those things out.
And I feel completely lost.
Not knowing what to do.
Not knowing what to say.
With a million thoughts
Racing through my mind
All at the same time.

Everything locks up.
And I just can’t talk.

If you ever talk with me.
And you find a time
When I can’t say a word.
Please know
It’s not that I don’t want
To talk with you.

It’s that I’m overwhelmed.
That I need time to clear my head.
I need time to think.
And that I don’t understand at all
What’s happening
Right then.

It’s that I just don’t understand
At all.