I’m getting real tired of the isolating. I keep thinking I should write more, alas I’m lacking inspiration. I don’t have an Algonquin Roundtable of punsters to banter with. In the 1920’s literary folks in New York met for lunch. First deemed the Vicious Circle, they came to be known as the Algonquin Roundtable meeting […]Read More Vicious Circle
I’ve been distancing my entire life. Shy very young. More of a choice later. Unspoken thoughts. Don’t get too close. Safer for me over here. Physical distancing now forced upon me. Connections are awkward. Everyone sheltered away protecting themselves. Emotional protection shouldn’t make you heartless. The heart is all you have to share. While locked […]Read More Distancing
Oh, there’s a place I’d like to be This world doesn’t have it Serenity can be had anywhere It’s always inside Shut out the noise that disturbs your soul You’re looking for the music for your heart Put it in a box on the shelf Only open it when you’re content, it can’t hurt you […]Read More A Place I Want To Be
Oh to be as perfect as you think you are I am not perfect and will never be I try to be the best I can be There are days I fail but I recognize that and keep trying Remember to find out what the other person is going through. You usually have no clue […]Read More So you’re perfect?
Like with a trail of cookies, He says follow me Seek me Have faith in me I am always here Listening Waiting Watching Loving I sought you out and you were chosen To be in my flock To find others Love them Show my grace Be a shepard Tend my sheep Until you’re here I […]Read More Follow Me
A laugh is a song of the heart I see yours but I don’t hear it It’s written on your face but the song plays silently Oh to hear what that feels like In all its glory Mine can be heard for miles It bubbles up from my soul A song for all to hear […]Read More A Laugh
They are here but fade into the distance Laconic in my presence and then silent Chills remain as I strain to hear But no, they have disappeared Once a sign of life, only to stop without notice Blind am I to the lost sound after all I’m only earthly bound I wait each day for […]Read More Steps to Nowhere
It’s an unneeded dance The dance of the lights I wait, I count to two Look both ways But still that one person didn’t stop for their red one It’s 6 a.m. and what are you thinking? We’re not alone in this world We are all going places But not if you don’t stop for […]Read More Stop for the Red Ones
Mixing it up with some of my older writing……this is from twenty years ago. Love appears in the distance, when I try to focus my eyes fail me As if it were merely a mirage Alone, I can feel you there As if just beyond the smokey horizon The air is heavy and deeply fills […]Read More I Know You’re There
How will you know me, when you see me again? Will my smile still be there, can we still laugh at my jokes? Will our hearts be in full view so I can recognize you? Will you feel me from the inside in the form you now have? Will it be like finding only the […]Read More How Will You Know Me?
OK, this was my first published haiku from November 1970. A school book, Autumn World, of haikus written by students at Evergreen School in Seattle. Noisy city streets Down by the waterfront October’s windy breeze ~Alora Groshong, 10/1970 Original art by AloraRead More Autumn Haiku
Staying creative can be a challenge periodically. Most times it appears fluidly. It’s not like you can run to the store to buy those creative juices…check that, after all there’s Hemingway, Parker, Fitzgerald and Poe to name a few. There are times I may write every day. Then there seems like there is nothing in […]Read More Creative Juice
Stolen time A whisper floating in the breeze Branches cut Memories forgotten Alone in yourself Time continues but nothing changes Love is now a stranger Those that watch have no power Time has been stolen and we wait to go home Home is peaceful for the traveler, and heartache for we who remain ~Alora Groshong, […]Read More Stolen Time
The leaves flutter and wave as if they are saying goodbye The sun glistens as the wind catches them They will be gone soon, the leaves Gone will be the the magical colors of reds, oranges and sun-kissed yellows Fall lights up its entrance for a calmer and more peaceful time of year The crisp […]Read More Fall
Some of my best writing comes from phrases I hear. My brain goes to work on the thought and expands on it. Muse? I’m not sure about that but there could be. As I’m falling asleep I think of things but if I don’t get up and write it down by morning they ate gone. […]Read More How to Write?
There is only today Yesterday has dissolved into mist Tomorrow is not guaranteed We attempt to control time with clocks and calendars but it will not be contained It is only now. Ever. Memories remain and dance in your thoughts we cling to them like prized possessions Our hearts are full with what is no […]Read More Eternal Now
I have to thank a very good friend of mine for resending this to me today. I originally wrote this in 2001 and shared it on the first anniversary with a few people. I had really forgotten about it but my friend suggested I share it here. I was thinking of all the first responders […]Read More Miles Before They Sleep
You can’t find the next steps Blurred are the lines in the road No one said to watch for this Too long has it been. In the blink of an eye yet forever And you turn around and that sign that says, “Chosen”, is broken in two Trust the voice, trust your faith, and don’t […]Read More When You’re Out of Ideas
It should be like coming home You’ve been away so long and the roads been hard It should be like coming home The nights you’re all alone, just you and your thoughts to haunt you It should be like coming home The days have been spent searching for the unknown It should be like coming […]Read More It Should be like Coming Home
I found a cache of poems I’ve written so I’ll share a few. Unfortunately, since I’ve mostly written for me I can’t readily find my writings. And no, they can’t be recreated. Most just pour out of me so once written they have accomplished their mission. I remember hearing John Lennon say once that he […]Read More Halfway to Blaine
I got the idea for this watching my cat, Bandit, sit with an open mouth talking but no sound could be heard. I asked him what he needed and why the silent mews? Then it lead to the thought of a silent muse. SILENT MUSE We are drowned in oblivion Suffocated Hearing nothing The muse […]Read More Silent Muse