My interview with Anne Greenawalt of WOW regarding my story
https://muffin.wow-womenonwriting.com/2024/04/interview-with-yolanda-renee-fall-2023.html
My interview with Anne Greenawalt of WOW regarding my story
https://muffin.wow-womenonwriting.com/2024/04/interview-with-yolanda-renee-fall-2023.html
AN ANGEL
I know an angel
of earthly fame
many seek her confidence
life is tough
living can become rough
this angel understands
many lose hope
but her light's bright
her words pure
this angel
with a heart so true
offers love and advice
recognized truth
means sorrow
disappears
promise returns
her magic works
happy folks
all recognize
her blessing
God's messenger of love
the restorer
of damaged souls
this holy vessel of perfection
but she knows sorrow
and immense pain
more profound than most
suffering despite
her heavenly calling
her beauty shines from
within
and still
she gives all
despite her grief
this spiritual being
a guardian angel
of hope.
***
Yolanda Renée Stout © 2024
In honor of Elephant's Child!
NOIR
She was a beauty
tall and blonde
with curves in
all the right places
she claimed to
have loved him
couldn’t live
without him
but now was
forced to
she hired me to
find his killer
the trail had
gone cold
the police had
given up
could I do what
they couldn’t
I gave it my best
just to stay in
her presence
shock of shock
I became the top
suspect
had she set me up
I couldn’t
believe she would
those lips, that
kiss
her tears, those
eyes
I’m no fool
but the bars of
my cage say differently.
YRS © 2024
My
Christmas Poem
Peace
was the promise
but
we defy
we
lie
spread
the hate
cause
unrest
after
all, we’re right
you’re
wrong
and
have to go
we’re
superior
so
you should die
you’re
different
not
like us
we‘re god’s perfection
how
dare you question
our
word, our knowledge
for
what’s right for you
we
know best
so
give it a rest
genocide
is an option
if
you refuse to comply
after
all, we’re the chosen
you’re
the lie!
oh,
and Merry Christmas
in
keeping with the season!
YRS ©
2023
Can anyone explain to me the reason why?
Hope
on the Silver Screen
The projector's hum
resonated through the small, dimly lit room, its echo mingling with the
flickering light that painted dancing shadows on the walls—a cinematic ballet
mirroring the emotions unraveling within her.
It was another Friday
night at the vintage movie theater, but tonight held a distinct air. She found
herself alone, having spun another tale of work to escape the confines of home.
Lies had become her refuge, a desperate means to avoid his anger and her own
tears.
The end had come for
them. It was a truth acknowledged by both, yet he clung to denial. His
obsession had become a paralyzing force, and her attempts to break free in the
past only led to her surrender and transformation into someone unrecognizable.
However, her true self
couldn't remain imprisoned indefinitely. The question loomed: how could she
escape without shattering him and herself? The credits rolled, and she sat in
the afterglow of a film that had woven itself into the fabric of her soul. Characters
lingered, and plotlines carved permanent residence in her thoughts.
It was an escape, if only
momentary, but each happy ending kindled hope for her own. Her dream felt
within reach. Why else would God permit such unhappiness if not for a reward at
the end?
As the theater emptied,
she lingered in her seat, suspended between the reel and reality. The story had
seeped into her heart, leaving an indelible mark. It wasn't just a movie; it
was an awakening. Could she sustain this belief?
Outside, city lights
twinkled like distant stars. She took a breath, feeling the cool night air on
her face. The protagonist's journey mirrored her struggles, and the resolution
became a roadmap for her uncertainties.
The movie had whispered
truths she hadn't dared to acknowledge, sparking a fire, a catalyst for change.
Stepping into the night, she carried the film's essence like a talisman.
In the following days,
she navigated life with a fresh perspective. The movie's lessons guided her
decisions, its soundtrack the melody of her daily rhythm. She chased dreams
with the same fervor the characters pursued their destinies.
Change would only occur
if she willed it. She was determined to make it happen!
As time passed, the movie
became a silent companion. In moments of doubt, she replayed scenes in her
mind, drawing strength from fictional triumphs. The cinema transformed from a
mere escape to a wellspring of inspiration.
Under the city lights,
she embraced the serendipity of that cinematic night. The silver screen birthed
a metamorphosis, and as the credits rolled on her own life, she whispered
gratitude to the universe for the movie that changed everything.
***
TAGLINE: Hope comes in many formats even on the silver screen
443 Words
Yolanda Renee © 2023
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the movie that inspires...
IT'S ALL UP TO YOU!
this
challenge is new
and
it's all for you
you
get to decide
what
movie
most
inspired
so
simple
so
true
what
made an impact
give
us the facts
the
skinny
the
tale
holiday
special or not
romance
mystery
sci-fi
or
horror
what
movie found your heart
gave
you a start
influenced
your muse
or
gave you the blues
just
remember
share
it with us
this
December
despite all the fuss.
***
YRS © 2023
***
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