i watch his face as he sees neighbours driving their cars as he sees the walkers stride by with their dogs the surfers in their wet suits boards tucked under their arms a passing parade of what was once,,, for him i feel his pain the thrust of a knife blade in my heart the price of love
DAY 27 ... RXC # 378 SISTERS...RENOIR
often wondered about the title of that painting until i remembered you telling me your secret in the staffroom in a very nonchalant manner your desk next to mine all those years ago
can't remember your name can barely remember what you looked like but remember that disclosure vividly me appearing calm and seemingly unfazed a practised professional guise
the impossible will take a little while especially when you have no mouth and must scream it doesn't help having thirteen doorways either wolves behind all of them you should really think about moving all the stress is making you unpregnant tis going to be difficult selling that house with no water filter and other lies you're going to have to tell to get rid of it oh well as you previously said the impossible will take a little while
The Impossible Will Take a Little While (Paul Rogat Loeb)
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream (Harlan Ellison)
Thirteen Doorways, Wolves behind them all (Laura Ruby)
No Filter and Other Lies (Crystal Maldonado)
Unpregnant (Jenni Hendricks and Ted Caplan)
DAY 22... Melissa's FFFC # 317
Breakfast In Bed
no thanks are you serious where is the fresh lobster you know i only like roses
really.. tsk!
any more of this frightful behaviour and i'll be finding myself a new home with an owner who writes poems
understands cats
knows that we do a lot more
than sit on mats
DAY 23...What's Going On...https://newwhhatsgoingon.blogspot.com
this poem is a memory of your beautiful flowers
of your musical laugh
watching jerry lewis on tv
this poem is my fascination watching you crochet minouche asleep on your lap
listening to tino rossi
this poem is a love poem
you dabbing grandpas's forehead
with eau de cologne and fanning him
on a scorching summers day
this poem is to thank you
for everything
DAY 24...Tanka Tuesday...Acrostic...SOAKED
S ydney is rain soaked
O n an off all day today A nzac day here soon
K ids will still have fun E verbody likes the day D iggers play two up
DAY 25....ANZAC DAY....FRIDAY WRITINGS #
SHADORMA
have never made the dawn service too late now a pity kids march wearing war medals so proud of their kin
the anzacs
were so very young makes me sad just futile wars never end... little men
wanting to be big
start all wars destroying all life around them so evil will this ever change..will there be peace on this earth
WHATS GOING ON... https//newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com Prompt ...Seed as a verb and a noun
when i was a child my grandmother seeded a fear in me of swallowing fruit seeds of how excruciatingly painful it is to have a tree growing inside your stomach
having inherited memere's highly imaginative thought processes i associated it with the self expressive antics of a well known conductor of the time now that i am older i don't believe the maestro had swallowed ...well not fruit seeds anyhow
to this day i am still very diligent when it comes to eating fruit.
Day 18...Moonwashed Weekly prompt
light caught in a web a summer sunset dancing on fragile dew drops
i'm forever young the girls can't keep their hands off me
good for you
i'm forever blowing bubbles
being your personal slave
There's no use pretending
Things are just the same When here we are now ending
the laughter's turned to pain
Say it's not too late for me to say I'm sorry for all the hurt I put you through Say it's not too late I'm out of my mind with worry Say it's not too late for us
sometimes two falling out of her ears autumn's here finally arrived all bad news on the global front thanks to satan dressed up as trump what can we do put on our dancing shoes dance away the blues
DAY 10
Moonwashed Musings....Weekly Prompt
a mirrored soft pink sunset smiling at a lake the supreme artist
never fails to ignite our gasps of awe
DAY 11.....The SPIDER and the FLY by Mary Howitt
FRIDAY WRITINGS # 172..Poets and Storytellers United
Nothing has changed in almost two hundred years when this was written. People still succumb to scams.
there are some
who cannot resist who are bedazzled by charm by compliments end up on a plate as someone's dinner they are warned they even know
of the likelihood the possibility the inevitablity of doom
3. Erumpent...A derogatory term for an ageing strumpet 4.Eldritch...Donald Trump's idol 5. Epizootic...insanity episodes 6. Frabjous...expensive real estate in the Calloo Callay area 7, Floo-fla...pretentious yuppy communication
8. Fipple...flat nipples
9.Floop...drooping testicles 10. Fizgig...a get together celebrating with lots of champagne
The idea is to fib,be inventive,silly or even outrageous in our responses.
Day 14
CINQUAIN
twin beds were all the rage in the 1950s i wonder why- does anyone know why?
SHADORMA
poor mother typical of men so selfish uncaring mums put up with such a lot why do they bother
Use 3 words or phrases from 'Threatening Music Notation'
dio mio
ma che cazzo
this is an 'aria' amore mio
you 'sound like 100 tin cans
falling out of a volvo' almost gave me a heart attack
this is not musique 'concrete' you know
there's a good reason for that saying in the music world
there are musicians
and then there are singers
DAY 6
Writers Digest Prompt ... Reaction
SHADORMA
he called her
she answered with glee keep in touch
they both said knowing neither would hear from each other again
DAY 7
SHADORMA
a couple folding the laundry can make a
connection it could have been love perhaps whatever love means
CINQUAIN
that look saying it all i doubt he did love her poor young girl was a lamb to the slaughter
DAY 8
Limerick
bridget doesn't stand much of a chance
wearing those huge loose nana pants she's looking for her mr right doesn't matter if he's not bright may have to make a change of plans and search for him in the south of france
flower arrangements
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