E. Jean Carroll’s Sunday Scorcher!
Your life in 81 words
E. Jean Carroll’s Sunday treat for her readers is this tantalizing challenge:
Here’s my entry:
Seven wild decades of insatiable hunger for that perfect poem—an unhinged quest to unravel life's pretzel-like meaning—chasing that magical day when rain's sultry tango ignites euphoric explosions (shouting, "Hot damn, this is bliss!"), diving in, heart pounding, breath gasping; riding dizzying highs and soul-crushing lows, the sacred and profane seared into my cosmic tattoo; clinging to fleeting ecstasy, resurrecting lost fantasies, weaving them into reality's chaotic tapestry; turning mundane into fabulous; injecting every second with raw, untamed essence,,,
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Now, It’s YOUR TURN! Click on the link above and share your story with E. Jean and her readers, The Conflab. And, share it here as well!
Ohio farm boy I am
Proud nephew of my uncle Sam
Rough edged hewer of
Songs for folks
Some simple,
Some not,
With crafted phrases
And finger strokes.
My surname
From Ireland.
Ocean waved to Penn's woods.
Then 1803 land granted farm
Where casts my family's
Seed in soil
To anchor my past.
I left acres of corn
Called by the muse
To search this land
Find sweeter ears
And sing to them
Of the sun, the sky,
And the blues.
Ooo I love this! Succinct, and thoughtful and definitely a great summary of the ______ ought years! ♥️ love you