Tedi Zimmermann

I was a professional singer, vocal instructor,and arts administrator for decades. I retired and decided to pick up my creative writing and began taking classes at a local university. I have published in several anthologies. Creativity is ageless!

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Writings

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Following

Tedi Zimmermann

1020

Writings

355

Followers

Following

Flying Home

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

They think what they see is me;

Wrinkles, a bit of a stoop,

The careful planting of a foot

Knowing what a fall means.

My hair is gray, my eyes dim

But this is only the outer me.

Inside I am that fierceless girl,

The one who climbed the highest tree

And dared the boys to race home

And won every time; fast as the wind.

I am slow now and see the impatience

As people sigh and step around me,

Hurrying ...

A Fall Walk

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

Falling leaves a rain of red and gold, neon colored and diverse shaped floating, gliding gently into piles.

I pull my hoodie over my head.

The air is icy, the wind creeping into all the places not bundled in soft fleece, pulling at me with unseen fingers.

Where the heck are my gloves?

My walk home stretches before me, the houses shut up, the grass sere and brown, the ferns on the porch long dead...

Let Your Mind Roam

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

Find a dark, silent room. Sit and close your eyes for at least five minutes. Let your mind roam and then write a narrative about where your thoughts wandered....

The Lost and Found

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

I lost myself somewhere.

It seemed I just didn’t care

Whether my life was good

Or I was living as I should.

I hunkered down in a lair

Made of many “I don’t cares”

And even more “leave me alones”

Until my insides felt like stones.

I stayed there many years;

Outside stoic, inside tears.

I knew I could never be enough.

One horrid day I saw the light;

A crack in the armor of my fright,

And nothing s...

The Reclamation

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

It was the tenth hour of the tenth day of the tenth month of the tenth year. It was time. They crawled out from the caves, the tunnels, the buried places under the earth, the places forsaken in time. They were old; they were middle aged and teenaged and children. Babies were strapped to chests and they were eerily, disturbingly quiet. What they had in common was the pallor of their skin, their bon...

Hope Abides

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

He sat there on the stoop

Head hung so low

His forehead touched his knees.

Hands, fisted, scraped

The filthy steps

And his tears flowed unbidden,

Soaking the black trousers;

His funeral attire bleak, sodden.

No one approached.

No one had words.

They all grieved.

What hope was there

When even the best, most loved,

Could be taken quickly, violently?

He saw the tiny shoes;

The frilly socks on the sk...

Poetry

Tears

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

Write a poem about the power of tears....

The Change

Tedi Zimmermann

1 min read

An old man walking the beach with his metal detector makes a life altering discovery....

The Omega

Top 10

Tedi Zimmermann

4 min read

Sometime in the night his fever broke. Rolling over and peering at the clock through his sticky eyes, he moaned. 5:00 a.m. The sheets were soaking wet, and every joint ached, but he had stopped sweating; surely a good sign. He had no idea how many days he had been laid up, alternately freezing cold or burning up. Feeling as if he had just run a marathon, exhausted and suddenly starving, he pushed ...

Red Rage Rising

Tedi Zimmermann

5 min read

Blood stained her face, loved ones looking at her warily as she stared back at them menacingly.

“This is who I am, and there is no need to be afraid,” she said, stepping forward.

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ONE DAY PREVIOUSLY

It was the eve of the rest of her life. She would be turning eighteen, and she had felt herself changing in ways that were difficult for her to express. There was a fire buildin...