A field so windblown
Mother nature’s instruction
Stand up and be proud
Blossoms obeying, weaving
Performed breeze filled renditions
Colleen’s 2018 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 79, DANCE & COMMAND #SynonymsOnly
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 11
All he said was, meet ya later at the flux capacitor. Usually I would have ignored this odd invitation, but there was attractive about him, his hair. . .simply intriguing.
Men come and go but there was something about this guy’s hair that made my heart flutter. And then the way his eyebrows moved, so animated when he spoke…and his smile. You would think a scientist of his caliber would be all serious, but everything about this man oozed FUN!
He was always rushing around, white lab coat flying. I just knew he was onto something exciting.
I decided to meet him that night. There was a thunderstorm but he was not timid, in fact he welcomed the idea of a lightning strike. I watched as he climbed the clock tower. Suddenly lightning struck and he disappeared.
I knew he was different, that was the attraction. I just didn’t know “different” .
Three Line Tales 115
She waited patiently for the rigging to reach her window. She had been waiting a while, ever since she saw the window washer’s truck pull up. She knew it was coming, it was Thursday.
Madeleine’s everyday life in the studio apartment was just that, ordinary. Boring, uneventful, even though she had her brushes and paints to keep her company. She was a recluse, everything she needed was delivered. Even the gallery owner travelled to obtain her excellent paintings, he was so grateful for her talent.
Thursdays the recluse made an exception, serving a special coffee blend to her suspended admirer.
#writephoto 4-11-18
“See that? They’re coming directly from the surf! Now you tell me, Larry, just how can that be?”
“Ya think the guy walked backwards the whole way?” Larry, not being the sharpest knife in the police department, just stood there with a blank look.
His partner, Harry, also teetering on the edge of ambiguity, bent down to inspect the footsteps more closely. “I suppose it’s possible…”
Meanwhile two impish boys were watching from the bushes, trying to hold in their laughter. “Oldest trick in the book, they scoffed”.
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018: WEEK #15
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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018
WEEK #15
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Daily Prompt: Froth
He wasn’t in shape
Tried to hide with the cape
His balance was off
Flew and got lost
He was less super
And more of a blooper
They widened the cloth
Causing him to froth
Tried to fly like a moth
Cut too wide a swath
Super ability tossed
Expectations lost
Citizens safety the cost.
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MLMM Wordle #191
I’ve always tried to be a lady, an incredible asset for any woman this day. Of course not everyone would agree, but the order of society these days requires a certain amount of decorum.
As I sit here and ponder the horizon, I feel my attitude might seem a bit blurry in your eyes. What you seek you might not find here in my person. I prefer to speak my mind. I do not enjoy gravitas and I will not bribe the bellmen even if they have a slight aversion to my emboldened activities.
Of course there could always be a margin of error–not on my part of course, but if young suitors think they can take advantage of me, they will be mistaken. It will be my will they succumb to in the end.
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Ronovanwrites Haiku Challenge 196
Come out pretty bud
Stretch under your shy covers
Let us breathe the sweet
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #196 Shy&Sweet
Ramblingsofawriter2016 Weekly Poetry Challenge 92
Even in darkness
There is no peace to be found
Roads leading to work
#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 92 – Darkness & Peace
FFftPP 15
Hey, not bad for this part of the country!
Yup, it seems pleasant enough. Suppose we’ll find any rodents down there?
Maybe not, it looks very clean and neat from up here. Most country towns are, but if you want a large rat population, you need the city. People seem to ignore them or just give up on trying to control them.
‘Course that means plenty of food for us, eh, Henry?
Oh, Mattie, you always see the bright side of life, that’s why I love you!
Oh, Henry, this honeymoon is going to be sweet! Just look at those beautiful trees…
PING!
Hey! What was that, flew right by me!
PING! PING!
Oh, Henry, I think I’ve been shot! My wing hurts terribly!
PING! PING!
Mattie, dive, dive, dive!
The newlywed hawks dove into the nearest tree and hid out until Joey Smithers drew weary and headed back home with his birthday present. He carried the beebee gun carefully. Next time he would put more beebees in his pocket.
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