The Bag Lady

pretty pastel pathway pleasing

light lavender lurking, leading

gorgeous greens gregarious gift

muted and bright colors beauty

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iron bridge

the trail continued

leafy edge

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messy sticks

autumn cold leavings

soon icy

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chartreuse faux lanterns

decorations of nature

softly wavering

the scene is set and ready

theater in forest glade

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CCC075: Reflections

He was a humbug sort of guy, always a bumper in the republican caucus meetings, right on the edge of an independent. He didn’t believe a magical fairy godmother would suddenly descend on the radical speechifiers and turn their words of spam into a rib-eye steak.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

quiet reflection

a key in a varied life

it opens solace

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #419

Road Trip

All in

Buckle up

Car packed

Double check fuel

End bickering

Follow rules

Google some maps

Have a snack

I’m the boss, not you, Benny

Juice boxes in cooler

Koolaid in the thermos

Look at those mountains

Mirage, you think

Not real

Old sands

Positioning in breezes

Quick, your phones,

Right over there

Sand dunes

Take a picture

Unbelievable

Very soft

White shifting mountains

Xenoliths aren’t found here

You’ll need to look that up

Zoom call your uncle, he’ll know.

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W3 Prompt #200: Wea’ve Written Weekly

1. According to Vern in the movie “Stand by Me” based on “The Body”, a short story Stephen King wrote when he was in high school.:
   “If I could have only one food to eat for the rest of my life? That’s easy. Pez – Cherry Pez”. One of my favorite movies because I was the same age as the characters and used the same idioms.
2. Probably some jersey material striped flared pants while pregnant in 1970.
3. A goat😀

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“Every color I can think of and nationality, we were all touched by Dr. King because he made us like each other and respect each other.” Lena Horne

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One-Liner Wednesday – Plans?

Pretty in a pink tutu and ballet slippers too, Susie was ready to dance. She was only three, but had been taking gymnastics, dance and tap lessons for six months. She was always flitting around the house and her grandmother Becky, encouraged it. Her grandmother secretly had wanted to be a ballet dancer in her youth, however, attending any classes was out of the question. When she had a daughter, she saw that she attended class and as a teen, danced in gigs around the state. When Becky had grandchildren, she enjoyed watching them in any form of dance and sports.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 02/24/2026

He stared at the paper stating his friend Joe was his son’s dad. Thinking of how much Mikey resembled and started acting like his friend, he wondered why he had never equated the fact they were so alike in personality. Richard had served in the Marines overseas for two years coming home on leave twice, back when it might have been possible for Joe to be his wife’s lover, but…he could not think of it! He crumpled up the paper and decided to resume the loving family he previously thought he had. And it was, had been ever since he returned home for good. Timing and birth days be damned. Everything was perfect before this piece of paper appeared. Richard threw the crumpled paper into the fire.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #236

Maui

Beautiful sands

Clear green-blue ocean waves

Rolling in and out for surfers

Divers

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 41: TRIP is your inspiration.

winter day

clouds moving swiftly

cold lingers

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wind sneaks in

windows forming ice

frosted scenes

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trees, bushes

bend, laden with snow

white, heavy

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frozen lakes

beckoning skaters

icy dance

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cold winter landscapes

wild geese flying overhead

white puff clouds moving

faded sun tries warming us

winds declare the freezing win

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 53, Rensaku, 2/24/26