Lake waters blue green
Canoed lovers don’t disturb
The wake’s calm movement
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One Liner Wednesday
Daily Prompt: Brave
My first thought always goes back to a word from childhood. This one sparked the theme song of “Wyatt Earp”. . .🎶”Brave, courageous, and bold…”🎶 But a video I love, even as an adult (possibly with a child’s mind?) is below:
MLMM Wordle 174
It was a cool October evening with a bright gibbous moon illuminating the open garage. Mary and her mawkish husband were just getting home from a tiring trip to see their favorite entertainer, a brunette bombshell well over the age of fifty, but still sexy in her husband’s eyes. They had heard her sing a few times over the years on special occasions. Her voice was aging but still melodious and it brought memories of when they visited her establishment on their younger “date nights”. Mary wasn’t the jealous type of woman and the couple’s night usually finished with a sensual encounter. Being married for a long time sometimes needed these “inspirational” evenings.
“I remember the last time my handsome young swain invited me to dance when she sang “I Cant Help Falling in Love”, Mary offered, hoping it would bring back pleasant memories to Joe also. “Listening to her tonight made me feel the same way. I love you, Joe”. Mary was trying to lead Joe into a romantic mood, especially since on the way home she had pestered him about driving with the turn signal on. She regretted chiding him with her careless remark.
Mary and Joe were a typical older couple whose romantic life was often mundane, interrupted with the Lilliputionary trials of necessity. . .children’s problems, tiresome routine jobs, and elderly parents. The everyday happenings unintentionally corrupted the charmed life they envisioned as young lovers.
Joe pulled Mary’s wrap tight around her and looked her straight in her still beautiful blue eyes. “I don’t need reminding, Mary, I still feel the same about you as I did those years ago. She is still sexy though, isn’t she, old girl?” Mary couldn’t help but blush as they walked arm and arm, laughing.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/16/wordle-174/
Ramblings of a Writer Tanka Challenge – Nature’s Art
A Vermont landscape
Colors with black and white cows
Vibrant green of hills
Nature’s artwork in autumn
And bright deciduous trees
MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt – Birthday Party
“Stop Calling Me Frank” he shouted to his friend’s date, referring to her as the “Loud Mouth Kitten”. The party was getting out of control with everyone drinking heavily. Even the “Abstract Evil Barbie” doll on the birthday cake began to tip as the frosting warmed. The atmosphere was too liquid, too hot, and getting on people’s nerves.
The snacks were few and the participants needed more to eat before the “Squirrel Nut Zippers” were to take the stage. One desperate partygoer yelled, “where’s “The Devil With Cheese”? We have bread, but no cheese! We have fruit but these “Pineapples from the Dawn of Time” appear to be rancid, no wonder!”
Other participants in the birthday concert honoring the head of the “Reign of Frogs” band, just started making burger runs to the local McDonald’s.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/15/sunday-writing-prompt-224-name-that-tune/
MLMM Photo Challenge 185 – Marriage
Two souls wrapped in beginning love
Adoration for each other, commitment made
Too short the envisioned dream
The bond began to stretch
Past wedding fineries began to smother
Unfulfilled hope was their undoing
They now stand together, but separate.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/17/photo-challenge-185/
Daily Prompt: Risky
Always liked dancin’ with Dickie
Delightful steps, sometimes tricky
However, he wasn’t picky
Even if the floor was sticky
Could tap his shoes with a clickie
If I drank, ’twas often whisky
Making dancing a bit risky
We would end up much too frisky
I’d have to leave, rather briskly.
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge- Alone
It is too quiet
Life is now an empty space
Without your presence
10-17-17 – The Smile
“Well that’s odd, look Joey, someone drew a smiley face on the Pink Door.”
“Wow, I wouldn’t think anyone would get that close to actually touch it, would you?”
“Touch the door, are you kidding? I’ve never even seen it open!”
The Pink Door would remain a mystery to all children. The story goes is that any human being who passed through the door was never seen again. The two brothers were not about to be the next victims. Even adults would bypass the odd colored door. It’s not as if they were afraid of it exactly, but it was fairly simple to avoid it.
Children especially, were attracted to the Pink Door, but most of the time they were held back by their parent who had also heard the rumors. No one lived inside the door that they knew of, but gossip goes a long way in a smaller community. No one really knew of anyone missing, but unfortunately, stories filtered down till they became “true”.
The Pink Door was once admired by a traveling salesman as he was passing through town. His curiosity as to such an unusual door drove him to knock. He saw a notice on the door, but it was too faded to make out what it said. With the door color so bright, he anticipated a happy, friendly individual answering and a possible sale. Knocking a few times, he was about to walk away when the pretty pink door opened to frame an old man. “Good day to you sir” greeted the salesman. “How are you this fine morning?”
The old man uttered a “whaddaya want? I don’t need nuthin, go away!” Undeterred, the salesman swept off his fedora and bowed a bit in a respectful gesture, hoping it would soften the old man’s demeanor.
“I’m so sorry to bother you this fine day, but I am in dire need of a drink of water. Would you be so kind?” The old man was surprised his gruff greeting did not lessen the salesman’s enthusiasm, and he was lonely, so he stepped aside to let the gentleman inside. No one ever came to see the old man and he thought better of turning away the visitor and a chance for company. He shuffled over to his sink to fetch a glass of water while the visitor surveyed the home. “A very nice home you have here, sir” as he sat down at the kitchen table.
The old man returned to see the visitor had already seated himself without asking, but instead of chiding him, he sat down in the opposite chair. The salesman drank a few sips and proceeded to engage the old man in conversation, asking him about the home and eventually saw the old man settle in and relax. After a while they were talking like two old friends, realizing they had parts of their lives in common. Finally the salesman mentioned the door and said he admired the color choice.
The old man started to tear up as he told the story of his wife of many years, adding it was her favorite color. After she passed he was full of remorse for not fulfilling her wish of painting the outside of their home pink. He always laughed and replied they would be ridiculed by the neighbors with such a color. After she died, he painted the front door pink for her memory. The two men continued their conversation and when the salesman left a few hours later, they were both more content for their meeting. “I’ll be sure to stop by again next time I am in town”, shaking the old man’s hand as they parted. The old man noticed someone had put a smiley face on his door and a rare smile crossed his face. It must have been her, he thought and went back inside.
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