The Sunday Whirl

“All that heavy strumming in the minor key will scrape those strings to death! Why not dust off that magic remote and look at some old soap operas? Remember the ones with the misty backgrounds, slippery villains, and burned out candles? Then you can have a fresh approach to song writing again, maybe in a higher scale?”

My silly attempt to write a weird story as fast as I could-shake it up. My excuse? Pain killers😂

Wordle 685

One Liner Wednesday

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“Don’t touch my leg!” is my one liner and definitely no joke. Transferring from wheelchair to car on our way to an echocardiogram to test why my limbs were so weak and other symptoms, my brain temporarily forgot why I was going to the doc and tried to put my weight on a weak limb, my right leg. It collapsed and bent. Hearing a horrid crunch as my femur broke, and I’m lying on cement.

I spent a week in hospital and today is my third day in a rehab facility, there’s no merry Christmas for me. If you ever took a slab of wood and broke it over your knee you see the edges separated and hear the crunch😱I’ll never forget it😫 Yeah, like that…

🎄Have a wonderful holiday!🎄

One-Liner Wednesday – Such a great idea!

Tanka Tuesday 12-17-24

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autumn

colorful displays

windswept leaves dancing in circles

tangolike

moving with stealth only revealed

when tree limbs join the rhythm

tense waltz

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I chose the form Cameo, 7 lines unrhymed with a syllable count of 2/5/8/3/8/7/2 and love of the earth card.

TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge: Oracle Card Poetry – Finding Your Joy: 12/16/24

SoCS 12-13-24

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I would use food like I was having fun and say I just ate an orange, fresh and juicy and perfect but as-my overall opinion hospital food sucks. It’s worse when you decide you don’t want to feel like any food and they send it up anyway – who orders it I don’t know.

To make the whole story lovely – on Friday the sixth I got up early for an appointment at the hospital for an echocardiogram. My legs and arms are feeling weak and I have other symptoms like shortness of breath etc. so we decided we would try an echo to see what was what. Unfortunately as I was getting into the car, my left leg and half hip were in the car on the seat. My leggings are slippery and they started to make me slide off and it took my hip and everything with it and my right leg is still too weak to hold me lately so it started slipping underneath the car, hit car door and when it hit it, my leg actually crunched. I could hear the break the crunch, and it’s separated my knee above the knee and up towards my upper thigh. I was laying there with one hand on the car door and one hand on the seat and I was stuck so when the EMTs came they didn’t know how they should pick me up and finally it was just decided one fell swoop so we did they were really nice and knowledgeable and careful.

So now it is the 15th. I am still in the hospital and will probably be moved to a caring facility tomorrow for rehab. I am not looking forward to this at all. Any slight movement on my leg is not pleasant. But I think it’s what we have to deal with for a while so I am. I imagine this stream of conscious is not very uplifting, maybe I’ll read yours and get lifted up. I can’t get the sound of the crunch out of my head and if you’ve ever seen a slab of wood being just split over somebody’s knee that’s what it sounds like and that’s what it looks like so it was operated on the two bones shifted back together and I don’t know if there’s a screw in there or not so much that it probably is I have no idea.

My apartment is mostly decorated for Christmas. I probably won’t be doing any more shopping. I’ll have to do it online.. And I apologize right off for not answering or reading a lot of blogs because I am so tired I am and I can’t figure out why yet and to even speak into the phone is hard and tiring so I won’t be writing much and I won’t be talking to you much but believe me I’m thinking of you and hoping everyone has nice holidays coming up❤️💚☺️👍🏻

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 14, 2024

W3 – Rondelet

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Gallops on green

Their manes flying free in the wind

Gallops on green

Hooves digging deep in the prairie

No saddles, bridles, bits, reins bind

Feelings of freedom felt in kind

Gallops on green

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** This is probably a stupid question but I don’t understand the one small a in the rhyme scheme. Is it supposed to rhyme with anything? Is it supposed to be completely different? I have tried to find the answer to this question, and I finally gave up. I don’t understand the small a.

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W3 Prompt #136: Wea’ve Written Weekly

dVerse Poets


So yes you’ve guessed it….
The poetry theme for this MTB is to write a poem about a generic or particular:
Christmas tree(s) imagery, meanings, memories etc
or Conifer/Fir tree(s) imagery, mythology, memories etc 
2. The poetry style of your poem follows the form of an Etheree:
must be an unrhymed poem
no specific meter
one stanza only
10 lines with no paragraphs
graduating from 1 to 10 syllables 
[add lines 11 & 12 with just 2 syllables per line – my optional extra]
Thus the first line is monosyllabic; the second line has two syllables, and so on, until there’s ten syllables on the tenth line (then reverts to 2 syllables for lines 11 & 12 if you want this optional extra). The outline of your poem takes the concrete shape of a fir tree. Centre it on the page else left or right aligned it’s only half a tree! (X=syllables not words)
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Oh

I could

Forever

Expound on trees

I grew up with them

They were my confidants

They listen without judgment

Every season changes views

From spring green to gold and vibrant reds

Evergreens have the scented beauty leaves

Most trees

Charming

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MTB: An Etheree Tree

Friday Fictioneers

The memories of days swimming unafraid in ocean waves, and walking the beach with feet crusted with cold sand. Daring to dive from the rock cliff was dangerous with my friends, hoping they too were good swimmers. The lack of fear in young minds, she smiles to herself. How unafraid we were, so hopeful for our futures. She looked longingly at the purple backed turtle. It was a gift from Garrison, lost last year to lung cancer. Many old friends had passed, but these treasures remind me of them all, and all the fun we had when we were young.

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6 December 2024