What will this day hold??? (One Shot Poetry)


On this day

I am faced

with a barrage

of questions …

Who is that  in the mirror?

How can it be?

How did I get here?

Is the little girl a woman now??


I was in a  dream

dressed in white

long dark hair

on top of my head

I wore  a veil

the scent of flowers

wafted in the breeze

***

A man was there

looked into my eyes

his smile took my fears away

our hands

were joined

***

I turn from the girl

face the  man

We say

“I do”

**

My questions are answered

The girl  is no more

the woman is held close

in the arms of the man

she loves.


****

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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

77 thoughts on “What will this day hold??? (One Shot Poetry)

  1. This is very precious! Always something beautiful in the lovers’ hearts that makes the soul feel a sense of forever. Lovely marriage of the minds Leslie…..and that smile that wishes for the characters a long, long….forever lasting love. 🙂

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  2. That was beautiful Leslie, I loved “The girl is no more, the woman is held close in the arms of the man she loves. So many promised on that day and wonderful when happiness and love remains. Loved it xx Great One Shot!!

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    1. I got home from work yesterday afotnreon and mowed the lawn and blew leaves before the rain came today. After I mowed my lawn, I went next door to my neighbors house and mowed his lawn and blew the leaves off his property. I slipped a pay it forward card under his door mat when I was finished. He came over and thanked me for what I\’d done, and also asked me about pay it forward. I often do things for other people, but yesterday it felt a little different because it gave me the opportunity to tell him about paying it forward; also in hopes that it would have a chain reaction and many lives would be effected by such a positive and simple notion of paying it forward .

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    2. I had a rather hard time chnsoiog just one type of physician I would want to work for. So many of them fascinate me, and with me not really going into any medical field other than support, I never gave this any thought in the past. After reading the list, I am more favorable of working for a neonatologist. It is difficult to think about how neonatologist physicians sometimes have the most difficult job in the world, but I can only imagine how amazing it would be to be a part of saving a baby’s life. I had a coworker once whose baby was born at 36 weeks, and her baby had a lot of heart and lung problems. There were concerns about whether or not they would ever fully develop once she had him, but after many months in the NICU, and many scares that happened during it, the doctors were able to save him and he is now a very healthy 5 year old. It is because of that I have a higher interest in the neonatologist field.I hate to say which type of physician I would care less to work for, and it is because I worry that many will take it the wrong way. When I was 16, I used to help my mom at an assisted living home as a caregiver. We would get to work at 7:00 A.M. every morning to prepare breakfast for four of the elderly men and women that we were caring for. We would then make sure that all bedding was changed, rooms were cleaned, meals were prepared, and appointments were handled. We worked 12 hour days, and they were always grueling. The owner of the home made sure that everyone had their medicine and made it to their doctor appointments on time. However, she was more worried about getting paid for her services than actually helping the elderly. She would yell at them if they did something wrong, and even call them terrible names. My mom reported her and we both quit our job, but it has always left a sting in my heart since then. It is because of my experience with that situation that I do not think I could ever work for a gerontologist. I know that the situations would be much different, but ever since my experience with caring for elderly individuals it is very hard for me to think about assisting a physician in geriatrics because I worry that someone else might treat the elderly in the same way the owner of the home did. I am a firm believer that the elderly deserve the ultimate care and comfort when going through any treatment and aging in general, but I do not think I could ever work in that environment again.

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  3. The transition is so innocently abrupt isn’t it? Probably because there is no possible way we could ever really know exactly what it is we are getting ourselves into…

    I liked the movement from girl to woman. – well done

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  4. Okay, that first pic looks a little like someone I know and it’s freaking me out a little. lol “I wore a veil / the scent of flowers / wafted in the breeze” Nice sound to all the lines; those especially. That second picture is amazing, even the way the tree frames the right part of it. Thanks for hosting, Moon. You rock!

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  5. You capture nicely that “turning” when we leave a life before entirely and accept a new one without even realizing entirely what it means. We only know we are following our hearts into another reality. Thanks. Gay

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  6. ohh Moon..this one is so sweet..true,and yes that girl who once was is a beautiful woman now,only crowned with love in the arms of her beloved one. time moves on,we make it worth with love and smiles..AMAZING one stop..:)

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  7. Few words and yet they move so much within me. Your opening lines, that recognition and yet slight disbelief of ‘Where did time go?” Your poems are always a joy to read! xoxo

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  8. Hey there girl!
    (Or should I say woman?)

    Nice work. I really liked the feel. I would definitely keep the girl and don’t lose her, but I think the first stanza needs some work. However, the poem really picked up after that.

    Well done.

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  9. Oh sweet moon so touched how she moved from her self assessment of being just a girl to a woman who was in a marriage or stable relationship in his sweet arms. Fantastic words and so beautiful as was your image suited the poem. Thanks for sharing with oneshot too~ 🙂

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  10. I enjoyed the poem, although I have to say, you might want to watch for passive verbs. Writing more fiction and less poetry these days, I flinch a little at “is held close”.

    Otherwise, good one shot.

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  11. Who is that in the mirror?

    now there is a question iv asked myself a time or two in the past

    nicely written and covered the question so well

    really enjoyed the read ty

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    1. Thanks, Jonathan! Being the newest addioitn to Paranormal Musings , this blog provided a great introduction the tribe. Looks like we are a good and varied mix within the speculative fiction genre.

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    3. My wife and I have been very blessed in our lives. We have also lived thogurh very tight times ( I. E., blood donations.) We have always felt the love if others. Many times, we picked up the bill for another at a resturant. Other times we paid for another’s groceries. Another time we put together a baby shower for a lady we never met who left an abusive home. Instead of money, we gave a man in the rain a sleeping bag, a coat, and accessories along with a gift card for a meal at Denny’s. When my wife ad I ran into financial issues, we were blessed by people who remained anonymous with a $500 gift card twice. We always asked why. We had a very hard time accepting. Why us? LovePay it forward It will come back when needed

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  12. Lovely poem and picture, Moon-Girl. It happens so quickly, doesn’t it? I have a picture of myself in a strapless prom dress, leaning in to a mirror to powder my nose. I look at that young girl and wonder, who the hell is that?

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  13. Oooohhh… this was neat!! How we change (at least outwardly)!
    And then, so do our dreams and thoughts… growing with us, sometime shrinking..But always changing.. the crux remains the same nonetheless.

    Lovely images, and a very warm poem… I could totally relate to it myself… Nicely played, Moon!
    Bravo!

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  14. Very sweetly done. I read it, fearing a sharp, painful punchline at the end, but was delighted in finding none. Marriage is like that, yes. Transitions seem to complete before we realize they have begun.

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  15. that he was a good boy. But how much can the system do in a case like this? They can’t lock up 10-year-olds for what they haven’t yet done.It seems psibosle that Mary Winkler really did seem normal and stable to her neighbors. Sure, she looks like a wild woman now, but who wouldn’t in her situation, even someone falsely accused? Either way, I believe in the libertarian principle of minding your own business and not peering into other people’s houses. If anyone could have seen this coming, it would have been Matthew Winkler himself. Yet he may have been careless or unsuspecting enough to leave his gun within her reach. If he was that casual about it, then you can’t expect the neighbors to have done a whole lot here either.DRJ: The guy in Missouri was . I agree that he was a horrible man, but I think that Skidmore, Missouri could have done better than a mob lynching. Is it just an effete liberal precept that two wrongs don’t make a right? They shot him in the back even though he had just been convicted and was only out on a three-week appeal. Why couldn’t they wait three weeks? Why couldn’t they reform the county courts, if justice was not served, instead of taking the law into their own hands? I don’t think that street justice makes America a better place any more than it makes Iraq a better place.On the other hand, I certainly agree with you about Greg Knighten, the thug teenager in Midlothian, TX. He had trouble written all over him, yet his policeman father let him take his service revolver out of the house. Of all people, an officer of the law should understand how important it is to keep guns out of the hands of trouble-minded teenagers, especially their own guns and their own children! Helen’s usual take on these cases is that Greg Knighten should have been counseled much more and much sooner. I do not disagree with that, but I think that if Knighten Sr. did not secure his service revolver, then he hadn’t yet taken even the first precaution.

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