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Introspection on fermentation

Sauerkraut making a combination

Of cabbage, vinegar, and more

No chlorination used in this chore

From Chinese roots of preservation

With cabbages stored in rice wine

Then the Tartars thought it divine

Using cabbage in a salt brine

Germans named it sauerkraut

Liked on ships at sea, stored without

Any needed refrigeration

A healthy fare with vitamin C

Preventing sailor’s’ getting scurvy

If all is told, benefits can cause gas

Some excommunication when lit’s passed.

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One-Liner Wednesday – That second one …

Morning begins in the dark now, autumn gray is here

I crawl, then pull myself up til my head is clear

Make sure I’m awake

So no falls I take

And sit in my lovely chair

I mock it daily without care

Wishing I’d walk instead

But that’s old news

You’ve heard my views

Really is nothing to dread

As far as the window, it’s covered with blinds

Only the living room has a view

I say view in a practical sense

A parking lot and sidewalk cement

But my patio has a few

Potted plants I employ

A beauty providing joy

In my remembered thoughts

Autumn splendor to spot

The childhood trees rapport

As I’m wishing for more.

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W3 Prompt #127: Wea’ve Written Weekly

An interesting question, but think I’ll pass. These days most people let you know what they’re thinking, loudly😂

My kids, grandkids, great granddaughter, hands down!

Most shows I like to watch I would not want to live in. I like military, war accounts, GoT😳, historical, no thanks I’m too spoiled in my modern era.

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Get to Know You #37

After the donkey incident, Charlie decided to offer better bribes than a carrot. Animals were not supposed to be inside the hotel, and the ripped gown was a small hiccup in Charlie’s new plan. As cow shadows appeared on the bedroom window, the hazing club ran to their own rooms.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

The wind is constant and cold

Honeysuckle vines are torn

Brushing the blooms, so bold

The wind is constant and cold

Fading blossoms now fold

Summer’s flowers, forlorn

The wind is constant and cold

Honeysuckle vines are torn.

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When cool autumn breezes arrive

Wind and temperatures cold

Bright summer buds don’t survive

When cool autumn breezes arrive

Flowering vines heat deprived

Yellowed leaves cannot hold

When cool autumn breezes arrive

Wind and temperatures cold.

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Chilled gusts change autumn trees

Only evergreen needles remain

Maples are losing their leaves

Chilled gusts change autumn trees

Leaves fade, curl up in a freeze

Drop, and be sustenance on the plain

Chilled gusts change autumn trees

Only evergreen needles remain.

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MTB: Counting to Three

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

Suzanne was flipping through her mother’s family photo albums when she saw that all of the snapshots were of a past she didn’t know anything about. She decided to confront her mother with a question about it. Suzanne’s mother grabbed the album and asked where did she get it? “It was in an old box in the attic. I was looking for my old school uniform for Sandy to wear for Halloween.”

“You shouldn’t be looking in the attic for anything. All of your things are in the basement.”

Suzanne was shocked at her mother’s response and decided to ask her father when he arrived, just what was going on. Suzanne and her daughter Sandy were just visiting for the weekend and she was not going to look around in the attic anymore. Not wanting to start anything serious, she took Sandy to the basement and did find the uniform. It was getting late and being a Sunday, Suzanne felt it was best to just go home. Later that week, she called her father and he explained. Apparently the album was a secret for the children she knew as siblings, including herself. Her mother had been previously married and didn’t want her present family to know.

Suzanne decided to leave the entire thing alone since it greatly upset her mother.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #169

Veritas became distressed

Her cloud below seemed obsessed

With complicated rhetoric

It rained down lies so thick

Into the political field

Providing lies unrevealed

Debate with truth never seen

What of this farce can we glean?

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4 October 2024

I really don’t think I’m haunted

A ghost certainly not wanted

Yes I’ve had lonely times

I hear the hands of a clock chime

My couch is empty, so is my bed

But evenings I no longer dread

It’s cloudy days and grayish morns

When harvest time the field adorns

It’s hard to rise without the sun

Something I count on when sleep is done

But a ghost? I think not for me

Unless it’s my love coming to me

And then how would I survive

When he returns and I’m still alive

A conundrum for the wise souls

Who know how fate is doled.

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Poetics: Haunted Harvest

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