Freedom to Twist #SixSentenceStories

My older brother, James, loves to dance. Even at 5 years old, I was too self-conscious to try, until he taught me to do The Twist. That was quickly followed by The Limbo, The Chicken Dance, The Electric Slide, and the motions to YMCA.

Suddenly, the Saturday night dance was the highlight of our many family camping trips, along with the hot dogs, marshmellows–and s’mores–mountain pies, and anything else we could cook over the campfire.

These days I neither dance nor sit around a campfire, but I hold them fondly in the twists and turns of my memory. I’m forever grateful to my big brother for bringing me out of my shell.


My response to
Six Sentence Stories, Twist.

Serenity #Writephoto #Poem

Play or download this serene Sonnet with lyre accompaniment.

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We wonder if serenity is real.
Can it be found in ever changing life,
Despite the negativity we feel,
Beneath the rolling boil of strain and strife?

Serenity is really in plain view,
A Purloined Letter*, right before our eyes.
So simple that we think it can’t be true
And close enough to touch, but in disguise.

Serenity is deep within the mind,
At center where the heart and soul are one.
As nature does, it’s something we can find,
Returning through the gate from which we’ve come.

Our birth right, we have only to un-learn
The concept that serenity is earned.

*Purloined Letter: Reference to the story of the same name by Edgar Allan Poe.


My response to Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt, Serenity.