

Journeying in imagination is my choice. I dream, read, and watch.
take the road you see
step to the music you hear
separate the real
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Haibun Monday 8-3-26: Journeying


Journeying in imagination is my choice. I dream, read, and watch.
take the road you see
step to the music you hear
separate the real
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Haibun Monday 8-3-26: Journeying
It’s time to say thank you for all bloggers who set up words, photos, phrases and other prompts to spark our imaginations! A lot of hard time consuming work goes into making and commenting on prompts and responses. I love you and appreciate your reading and writing efforts!



The orange glow from the street light cast shadows on the evening dance competition. The hip-hoppers were “real cool” and the audience was sensitive to the egos of the younger ones. The neighborhood was tickled to see some three year olds participate. The music or maybe the actions seemed to attract a curious pigeon who started bobbing up and down to complete the view.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #488

I sorted through a few titles until author Don Winslow popped up and so I started “The Final Score” today. I have enjoyed this author’s books from my first read, “The Dawn Patrol” and then I went on to read his others in that series about Boone Daniels. Neal Carey, Danny Ryan are other character’s series I enjoyed. The Power of the Dog series is also informative and entertaining.

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (August 3, 2026) 📚📚

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There are two ways in which you can participate:
Leave your answers to this week’s questions in the comments box below or create your own post and link back to this one.
Ping-backs are activated, but don’t always work properly, so to play safe, leave a link in a comment or if you prefer, leave just the link so that I can see it.
(Instructions on how ping-backs work are found by clicking here. Thanks! )
To make it easy for others to check out your post, title or tag your blog post “Share Your World”.
As always an optional gratitude section is included at the end.
Here are this week’s questions:
1. What have your recently forgotten to do until the last minute? Pay rent.
2. How many blog posts do you publish on average a day? It depends on the prompts. Mondays are usually the busiest.
3. How long have you been blogging? Ten years.
4. If you had to rename your blog, what would it be? No idea.
Gratitude: I am grateful my kids came and helped me with a few odd jobs.👍🏻
Share Your World : 3rd August 2026

Matilda turned red as a beet
Poor little girl had wet the sheet
Brother heard her yelp
And rushed into help
As always he acted so sweet
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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Remember the fifties
When a woman wore a slip
Now it’s show all, even a hip
In really short shorts strips
Cleavage showing in every dip
I think clothing should get a grip!
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

Joe’s body started to weave and the voices in his head louder to be screams. He tried to follow the edge of the pit, but it seemed to spiral down. The bones in his legs were weakening and he raised his arms to his temples with horrible aching. All of a sudden there were sparks in front of his eyes while the desolate underworld opened up to see a fast moving current of muddy water below. Joe knew he was going to fall into hell.
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Wordle 768

Here is this week’s image to get your creative juices flowing! This picture is of a lighthouse illuminated against a dark twilight sky.
Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that traditional American haikus and senryus consist of three lines in a 5-7-5 syllabic pattern. The haiku describes nature or a season, and the senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.
Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.
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daring the darkness
standing out for travelers
a simple lighthouse
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barely lighting, still
through a bevy of black clouds
rise up for safety
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SenHai Saturday #63

Some days I could sit here in my lodge
Staring at all the “needed” hodgepodge
A laziness I sometimes allow myself
Ignoring it like dust on the shelf
Other days it bothers me
It’s a jumble of trash I see
Nothing special or of worth
I hate to admit
It’s been like this since birth!
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Weekend Writing Prompt #479 – Hodgepodge
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