The Bag Lady

Dwarfed by blueberry orbs and shiny leaves, a quiet red intruder attains nourishment.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #072

liquid circles

colored leaves floating

autumn sign

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frigid water swirls

mini whirlpools capturing

autumn leaves adrift

strewn color varieties

winter is not far away

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SenHai Saturday #38

How’s your mood, you under the hood
Your mask is slipping, reputation flipping
How long do you think
You can stand on this brink
Violence gripping

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Weekend Writing Prompt #454 – Mood

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I don’t think I like this chapter

The pages I try to read

The words come too fast

Stop this turning, I plead

But they keep rolling

The story’s on repeat

I try to stop it, digging in my feet

It has my jacket

Pulling at the seams

The book is out of control

Tearing at the dreams

Women, men and children

Falling left and right

Put it back on the shelf

Even in a novel, a terrible sight

I close the ugly tome

I need a fairytale

To remind myself

There is a dream, even a fantasy

That will come true in the end

Until the chapters are rewritten

No reading time I’ll spend.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 7, 2026

Relaxing is hard for me these days of such turmoil. I do think having this blog with prompts especially, puts my mind off it all temporarily.

Of course! We all need them!

I am looking forward to a visit from my granddaughter ❤️

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Get to Know You #76!

I don’t want to go, Sara pleaded pulling at her father’s coattails.

She’s your Grandmother, Sara, and we’re all going to spend Christmas with her, have a nice dinner, and don’t forget the presents!

Santa won’t find me here and my stocking is the only present I want!

Don’t worry! Santa is magic and knows where you are.

Sara was adamant as she refused to take off her coat, sitting in grandmother’s living room. Then she noticed her stocking hanging up next to her brother’s. Also a tray of cookies waiting for Santa. Sara softened and smiled at her grandmother.

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6 February 2026

The photograph was a classic. Madeline fingered the money she received from winning the contest. Always having been the underdog in such exalted company, she practically swooned when they called her name. The hexagon shaped crystal award would decorate her mantle. It was the first of many she would receive as she published photos for the “Saturday Evening Post”. Madeline treated herself with a watermelon lollipop.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Winter fading here 

Snow piles dwindling

Temperatures warming

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Sunshine not so shy

Gray clouds drifting away

Winter fading here

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Icicles melting

Their cold drops catch you

Snow piles dwindling

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Dare I see a green bud

Trees preparing for spring

Temperatures warming

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MTB: Revisiting Cascade Poems

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