Not all Will be Merry & Bright

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Daily I stop

moments turn to



those who have said good bye

with tear filled eyes

like mine

who walk in shock

of those they’ve  lost

in a blink of an eye

changed forever

never will it ever

be the same


a smile

laughter to loud

heart breaking


no longer being held


one more

just one

more time

tears fill the night

heart’s scream


these are those

who are on my mind

in my prayers


Who received the diagnosis

phone call

knock on the door

that changed your world

I write words of

glass like slivers

sharp enough

to draw blood

in hope

from my journey

down the road that

convey the truth that

His mercies are new every morning

surrender the pain

to the truth

we were all born to die

I have found this is how

we live now


those we love

are not lost

they have been set free

from the cage

released from this

shroud of dust

there is peace

in releasing

what should have been

looking back I see

golden threads

in the middle of the storm

sparkle through the darkness

lives are  changed

never to be the same

there is no going back.

painful breath of life

we go on

daily enduring

learning to live

this new awkward


from here I see that

while we can

let us

love like crazy

laugh too loudly

living audaciously

Making Memories

for  those we leave

when it is our time to fly.

A life well lived

is the  gift of grief

when we choose to receive.






Seeds & Clay

Image result for seeds blown by the windPrecious little seeds                    Are  minutes in a day            Fertilize with kindness

                                                               Water each with love

Bitter thoughts                             Hate and Lies                     Tornadoes Born of Pride

                                                                Create a life of drought

Growing hours into days           Vigilant protection             Guard each one

                                                          From time thieves of destruction

Don’t be short sighted                 Ego driven                 Entangled by the Weeds


Believing the lie                          You will live and not die                    Close your eyes

Be still                                           Remember                          You  Are a Radiant Being of Light

                                                Walking around in clothes of clay

Learn to play                                Laugh and Sing                     Grow a beautiful life

                               We are flowers in a field that will wither and die

                                                           To Be reborn


Five Minute Poetry ~Disjointed~

My writing muscles are weak

Aching in my sleep

Looking glass

Sparkles never last

Bubbles pop

flat dreams turn


Rhythm missing dirge

seeps up from the past

in an empty glass

appearing real

these fantasies turn

Were you here?

Never can I say I didn’t try

to remind myself not to cry

As Shakespeare words play upon

my dreams through the cracks

of my mind,

to love and die

a midnight dreary

comes not my knight to

dry my eyes

Concubines of time between dry pages

Words slip past

stop the madness

get out of the future

relax into the now

too much dreaming

too much regretting

too much heart pounding believing.



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Today is …name that poem day!!!

Yay…please leave a comment with the title for the poem below the picture and how long you think it took me to write it.

It’s Friday…fun day…glad it’s not a Monday 🙂


We grow

We change

We remain the same

All of our yesterday’s go up

In flames

Tomorrow is a gaping hole

Not sure what it might hold

Take a leap

Stand up straight

Eyes of love look deep


Its faith

That’s what it takes

To win

At this game

We call life



My love of Poetry

Writing poetry is personal and it is healing. My belief is that it does not have to be great or universal but it certainly should be your own truth. I started writing really bad poetry around the age of twelve. Writing and reading enabled me to work through the trauma, abuse, abandonment and I am forever grateful. And that is why I share what I write.

I love writing poetry for the emotional release and personal revelations it has given me. So the poem I wrote this morning may not be something that speaks to you or that you will even like. But maybe there is one other person who will read it and can relate to the words that I wrote this morning.           Choose to be happy…we can if we try 😉





Burns my eyes

Reminds me of

Oh light of mine,

I walk alone in twilight

Escape the past

Distraction does not last

Open eyes reality melts

A deep abyss the past

Release the hold

It has on my soul

From hands gone cold

Burning bright

Sparks of light

Keep me up at night

Remember when’s

once whispered

carried away


hallowing winds

Wings of prey


 my mind


Little lies

We tell ourselves of better times

When all along it was a different song,

hummed along

truth settled


it’s what we do

To survive



Over Sharing & Recommended Reading

I used to call it verbal vomiting. I would walk away from a conversation and realize that I just told a complete stranger my life story in an effort to make them feel better. Are you’re eyeball’s bugging out? They should be.                         But my point was never about how bad I had it or to say ..look what I’ve been through… it was about the amazing grace of GOD, my story was meant as backstory to the story of how Great GOD is  when even an individual such as myself …says ..Yes..And that if he could have mercy on me, someone no one wanted, who knew their value in this world was not counted as much. But yet the creator of the heaven’s and earth thought me valuable enough to whisper my name. Which by the way means “valued of the Lord”. Then my friend there is an answer for you too. I think it is so cool that God know’s what we need before we take our first breath and I am proof of that…and my name Iola was GOD’s way of making sure someday I would realize that He had always considered me of great value to Him.

So over sharing seems to be a terrible habit I can’t seem to break and here I go again….. I’ve been in a writing rut….not liking the word’s I write and getting stuck in what am I doing this for anyway? and …besides there are already a million great stories out there and who needs the stress and aggravation anyway? Well apparently I do 🙂

I read several great pieces and a few not so great …of advice and have decided to take myself out of the pressure cooker of trying to get published or self publishing, which is a cooker in itself and get back to why I love to write..and if I publish great, but if not that is fine too.

I often think of my Gram who was a great creator. Her health was not very good for a great part of her life but that did not stop her from making amazing blankets, quilts, crochet afghans, toys, clothes, and a zillon other types of projects. She was making beautiful stockings to give my children the day before she passed away.  And she was not doing it for the dollar she did it because she enjoyed it and what she created brought great joy to me and others. I want my joy back. The joy that comes from creating without expectation.


Reading Recommended:

Read Ecclesiastes, [the Bible] This small book of the bible gives you great perspective…Genesis One is beautiful …Psalms 1-4 and reading through Mark

Joel Osteen’s New book I Am is good…a little heavy in the getting more bigger better department..but if you can balance that with the beauty of the Bible it really is an encouraging read..remember balance…

Monica Leonelle ebook for writers “The 8 minute writing habit” is worth the price  and offers good advice.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert good but has some curse words and can feel a bit new agey…but it was worth reading for me ..because it was one of those books I needed to read …right time kind of situations.

Goodnight Mr.Wodehouse by Minnesota writer Faith Sullivan was an enjoyable felt nostalgic and reminiscent, which I enjoyed and was in the mood for such a read.

So, I read this little e book called The 8 minute writing habit: by Monica Leonelle……and… I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s book  Big Magic and I read a lot of Bible scripture…I recommend all three.  Monica’s little book was encouraging and so I gave her challenge a try and it did help ..that along with a couple key pieces of wisdom from Big Magic….I will take care of the writing and not expect it to take of me…In the Bible the scriptures tell me there is nothing new under the sun and that it is enough to enjoy what I am doing. I believe GOD with lead me in the way I should go.

I will leave you with a poem that I am going to free write..and see where it goes.

My Road~~

A reckless wind blew through my soul

I heard it whisper,

This way go…

along a twisting  winding road,

Leading me where I never thought to go

Sometimes covered with ice and snow

I met my love along the way,

Traveling together

We chose a vagabond life,

We had each other,

Together we were stronger,

But before I was ready he had to leave me alone.

To finish the journey on my own

Blistering heat burned my eyes

relieved by the tears I cried

A Gentle breeze cooled my brow and whispered keep going you don’t have far now.

I’m still traveling the narrow road

wondering if the next bend will lead me home.

by: iola

What do you think?


It doesn’t have to be great to create…Write on!   Right on!





I re-designed the cover for Mattie’s Legacy paperback…I love it !!

mattie's legacy cover paperback

Remember starting September 16th-27th, you can enter to win a free copy of Mattie’s Legacy at . I will be giving away two books with the original cover design away. The 27th of September would have been my 29th wedding anniversary and I thought this would be a great way to remember my husband Dennis who loved every word of this story and was more excited about my writing than I was.

Everyone needs someone to believe in them and I was his and he was mine.

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart !