
Jack Frost always a welcome visitor!

One-Liner Wednesday – Shape of frost

I have a moving picture frame that was gifted to me and it is a delight. The brand I have is Aura and my family and I can post photos, videos, etc on it. It is so enjoyable, because it holds memories and some old photos I might have forgotten otherwise. I highly recommend this frame if you have relatives or friends that are far away or no longer with us. Sometimes one of those memories will just make my day!
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Writing Prompts



Most of these prompts I have no clue. I never had a car of my own. I wish today had been a wrong number. I called Walmart pharmacy to see if my prescription was ready and it was answered by AI. I asked to speak to a real person because there was a problem. The AI voice would not transfer me so I asked again to speak to a real person. After the third time of her repeating the phrase that she could answer all my concerns…refusing to transfer me and for Pete’s sake arguing? I hung up. I hate AI! I called the head manager of the store and of course he said the pharmacy is not controlled by him, it’s a separate company, etc. At least he was polite.🤪
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Tow Trucks (Reference photo above)
Spring mud season striking again
Rutty road is carved out
Tires navigate the deep muddy tracks
Tow trucks on corners aim
Their businesses are booming
No lack.
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 52, Cinquetin, 2/17/26


quiet love
easily hidden
lasting years
yes, it is the little things
gifted affection
some not even realized
til years later and the lover is gone.
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Poetics: The Evolution of Love


pride
voices
you’re locked in
rainbow colors
wearing your pride coat
explaining your choice now
feelings no longer quiet
tell the world who you really are
courage to find your voice and your heart
“Pride voices, your locked in rainbow colors”
(Dectina Refrain)
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Joe finished dressing and admired himself in the bedroom mirror. He had worked hard at the afterschool job to buy this coat. He felt pride in his choice. Running down the stairs to grab an apple for breakfast, Joe was suddenly halted by his mother’s voice. “Joe! What are you wearing?”
“I bought it myself” he explained. “Isn’t it great?” Joe turned around so his mom could see the entire wording printed on the back of the jacket.
“Well, no. You can’t wear that, and especially to school! You’ll be ostracized!”
“What does that mean? But, yes, I’m going to wear it. I’ve been saving up to finally buy it!”
“I said no!” Joe started to leave and opened the door. His mother continued, “if I have to lock you in your room, I will! Now take that off!” Joe turned and gave his mom a woeful look.
“You can try, but I won’t go. Aren’t you the one telling us kids to express ourselves, stand up to bullies, look out for each other? Well this is me taking a stand!”
Joe’s mother stopped and thought about what he said. Of course he was right. Joe left for school after his mom hesitantly gave him a quick hug.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Coat, Explain, Lock

The struggles of the older are spelled out in books, memoirs and songs. Elders’ hands, wrinkled and worn, have the touch lessened but the mind still tells the wisdom of their years. Some names or dates may be forgotten, but the heart holds the most important memories. Over a good cup of coffee or tea, you may be privileged to hear the dreams of these generations.
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Share Your World 16th February

Knowing he was just a bit dim
Susan could not stop loving him
His eyes so blue
His heart so true
Adorable, her lover Tim.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
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