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Posted in Uncategorized on March 23, 2015 by whyvonne

A ghost of someone’s tragedy

How recklessly my time has been spent…

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 This life is short, they say

Make every day count, they say…

Live in the moment, they say.


How then

Can I allow this grief to consume me

This inexplicable sadness

to stop me in my tracks

and render me inert?


My end

Could possibly be

as unglamorous

as a fat wet toad

Being run over by a reckless car


Or slipping away


After weeks of chemotherapy

 The smell of disinfectant and despair

Hanging thick and knowing

In the atmosphere

rife with cool, clinical detachment




Always alone


How then,

Does the human body continue to function

When engulfed with seemingly endless sadness, grief and pain?



cold, cold heart.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2015 by whyvonne


every time she heard that icy winter wind heave and blow, the plastic sheeting on the windows whistle and breathe…

with the fury and force of the fourth blizzard of 2015, her heart died just a little more…for the man she made leave

justified though she may be
for handling things so properly

explosive anger, fear and loathing

her cowering and oppression now coming to an end

did not equalize the suffering
of her sending out her best friend

into the worst weather ever

…and her fragile, pounding heart melted into a puddle, sliding down past her knees

onto the floor

never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups

Posted in Uncategorized on May 14, 2013 by whyvonne

reblogging since his situation had gotten so much more phucking ridiculous. the pendulum over-swings, far reaching to both sides…and never stopping in the oh-so-appropriate middle.

what lies within


hmmm….where to begin?

yesterday i got an urgent phone call from the vice-principal of my son’s {public} school. when he didn’t reach the landline {yep, still have one!}, he called my cell phone. apparently they had to confiscate a weapon from my 10 year-old son.

“my God!” i exclaimed {eyes rolling upward},”did anyone get hurt?”

the weapon in question was an M-16 assault rifle…
um, made by HASBRO for…
um, G.I. Phucking Joes.

they wouldn’t give it back to him. they insisted i drive to the school to pick it up. wouldn’t send it home in a sealed envelope. no, sir. had to go pick it up, because it “raised some eyebrows.”

above is a photo of the reason my son got “in trouble” at school yesterday. now i feel compelled to do some lengthy internet research to discover just how many serial killers played with G.I. Joes…

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Posted in Uncategorized on June 30, 2012 by whyvonne

some of our weddin photos…<3


Posted in Uncategorized on January 24, 2012 by whyvonne

my life has been one great big joke,
a dance that’s walked,
a song that’s spoke.
i laugh so hard i almost choke,
when i think about myself.

~ maya angelou

Posted in Uncategorized on January 10, 2012 by whyvonne

Yvonne Elizabeth Ashworth

Create Your Badge

wherever you go, there you are…

Posted in bewilderness, growth & change, heartache, herself, inner peace, love, my inner child, shades of grey, survivors, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, the blues, the burdens of being upright, the darkness, trust, Uncategorized, W T F ? on August 8, 2008 by whyvonne

there’s an elephant in my living room!
{her name is MissTrust}
i try to lead her gently out the back door,
but she won’t budge.

i step around her gingerly,
and sometimes make believe she isn’t there.
but there she remains…

she has grown quite fat
over the years,
for so many have fed her,
unknowingly – unwittingly;
 without discretion or reservation.

she feels very comfortable here now,
welcome and nurtured…
so happy in her vastness.

i think i’ll let her stay
as long as she’d like,
and make my heart her home.