Anger can come up so unexpectedly

As can love, jealousy and sadness

What you thought was, just isn’t

How unexpected the force of feeling

Reality is shifted – a knee-jerk reaction?

Or was the emotion wading (waiting?)

Biding its time beneath the surface

Surprising only you – but then again

Perhaps you’re just good at ignoring

What you aren’t ready to face

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We’ve all been caught off guard by our emotional reactions to circumstances and people. It’s good every once in a while to wonder why…Check out more Six Word Friday-ness on Melissa’s blog.

Sometimes emotion can’t be held in

Burning, itching you from the inside

Bubbling, gurgling for release – viciously determined

Until finally screaming its way out

Words tumbling across the neglected gaps

Filling parts you stifled, let stale

From happiness to anger this applies

No longer tamped, a gushing release

Until replete, doing what it must

Your soul does speak its mind

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* Photo via Chris  Halderman on Flickr

The gift...

When the gift strips away independence,
Makes you feel less like yourself;
You can become weighed down, unsettled.

Not intentionally of course, but yet
There are times kind acts ruse;
Hidden expectations cling, nip and sting.

The debt of gratitude or grace
Can become a burden of obligation,
Uncomfortably born from need, uncertainty, weakness.

The undertone may not be deliberate
But there it is, stilting conversation;
Altering the cadence of friendship, family.

And so you bide your time.
Nodding your acquiescence to the situation,
Until the opportunity arrives, is created.

The weighted gift returned – and now
Without a doubt, you can say
Yes, finally! That debt is paid.

* Photo credit to Natashi Jay

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It’s been so long since I last published a post, I could actually hear my WordPress account creaking as I logged in and began typing.  

It’s good to be back in the swing of things.

This Six Word Friday post is inspired by a bizarrely heavy play on the word “paid”. Head on over to Melissa Camara Wilkin’s blog to read how others have woven their own meanings into the word.

I don’t have nearly enough time.

Really, isn’t that always the way?

Tick tock – the clock in perpetuity.

Balance of life and work…unrealistic.

I can’t have it all now.

Consumed by doing – that’s no fun.

Setting priorities instead. Keeping them near.

So I can stop juggling everything.

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Photo credit to dibytes via Flickr.

This Six Word Fridays entry was a rushed one! My goal is to slow things down over the next while. Here’s hoping I do just that. To my Six Word Fridays peeps – sorry I didn’t get to read your posts from last week. Had a family emergency.

For more Six Word Fridays fun, visit Making Things Up.

i wish it was like jam

spread thickly, sticking sure to everything

delicious variety too – providing a sweetness

that smothers sorrow and bitter discontent

giving life bright colour and flavour

jars of happiness, delight – opened, shared

with more cellared in our hearts

for those future days of need

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Photo credit to futurewoman on Flickr. 

Melissa’s prompt for this week’s Six Word Fridays is joy and since it’s full-on jam-making season, it got me thinking that joy and jam could be one and the same. For more Six Word Fridayness, visit Making Things Up.

This is completely a parent thing…

But…I kept DD’s first clothes.

What she wore home – buckled in -

Our first family car trip, albeit…

A rather short journey. We left

the hospital – oohing and awing – yes,

Smitten. Funny thing about that onesy…

that hat…both worn only once.

She outgrew them in a day,

But I kept them anyway. Because,

They are treasures to me – representing

Her new life, our new family.

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Last week was so crazy busy I didn’t get a chance to contribute to Six Word Fridays! Boo! But this week I’m back! Now go check out the other Six Word Friday submissions at Making Things Up. You’ll be glad you did.

You cannot push friendship or love

into being. You cannot build strength

of feeling, camaraderie and mutual respect

where there is no depth felt.

Or seen. Or shared. Offered even.

This last point is especially true.

Why should the scale favour one

side; the other tipping over earnestly?

Futilely squeezing emotion from a rock.

I have learned this wisdom through

serious missteps in this regard. With

hands, heart bleeding from the effort.

You cannot force into being what

is not sewn upon middle ground.

The Iris - a flower associated to friendship, truth & trust.

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Photo credit to Koshyk.

It’s Six Word Fridays. This week’s topic is wisdom. Check it out at Making Things Up.