Reflections are distortions mimicking unhinged doors The world tells you what it’s expectations are but low and behold it does the opposite rules are made they have to be followed by the populace unlike looking at your reflection in a river The worlds reflection is often riddled and muddled. © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
Waking up each morning Looking in the mirror Trying to figure Whether the face I see is indeed me. I stare at it, it stares back at me I am all I see captured in that mirror is the essence of me. © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
Building a connection with other bloggers, and attracting more followers and having more hits is my number one priority. I am committed to blogging more frequently at least 5 days a week in 2016. Spending about 3 hours a week reading and commenting on my followers blogs, and sharing more on Twitter.
Integrity is like a mast on a ship without it you drift no place to go standing still like a moat. The things we do mirrors who we are. Why would I need a camouflage when I wear my own badge respect, decency, self love and integrity. © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
Although this road is sorrows road With […]
I couldn’t ask for more his hugs were tight his kisses warm he said I was the only one who he embraced there was no other and then when one day he was gone I found out that just as the breath we breathe his life was consummate to a trail of lies If only […]
I go for walks every day in the park where all I see are rabbits and deers I dare not speak a word for they cannot respond and if through the sounds they make they are trying to communicate I too am suffering from the need to understand – we are all one. © Norma […]
There is nothing like casting the mood for a holiday socializing and spending time with loved ones will bring about positive change in your relationship © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
I am addicted I agree to the thrill of being free Content I am not I am all tied up in a knot So the answer must be me © Norma Bobb -Semple 2015
Gifts can be wrapped in paper With glitter and ribbon I hold it and shake it Can’t wait to unwrap it Like a surgeon with a scalpel Taking hold of a knife I got rid of the trappings that stood between me and my gift © Norma Bobb-Semple 2015
