cold city roadway early November blizzard sans holiday lights chilled boot print image sidelined lonely walk through spattered streets soon red and green will cheer them
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Bussokusekika-Japanese poetry form consisting of six lines with 5,7,5,7,7,7 syllables.
I use this Colorado photo for both Veteran’s and Memorial Day. The graves surrounding my granddaughter are family members who served in World War II, Korea and Vietnam era. My husband’s five uncles all served at the same time. My veteran family members are in New England sites. Whether serving now or in the past, we all have a deep appreciation and respect for military service people.
I hope you like this image, it’s from years gone by. When kids could play in the streets and time came easy by. The sign says 1940, I was a born a few after, And as a child my life was full of laughter. My early youth was dreamlike but nightmares did come later. Between wars I was born, too young to notice men forlorn as more conflict newly worn. Today this photo is the ideal, a warm presence and lesser fears. Only idyllic for some and then all disappeared. Progress came on many fronts, women and civil rights were fought… Finally some equalness to celebrate then rich and powerful changed our fate. Today the year is 2024, we should have freedoms…more and yet it seems we’re taken back to times when freedoms were in lack. I hope the laws put in place by even-hearted way back in that race Will stand and we can call ourselves The human race.
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Thanks again Kevin, many ideas from your images this week!
Apartment living is pretty great That is until you have to wait For repairs Sitting close to my fake electric flames I have one necessary aim Getting warm It seems the heater that provides warmth To fend off the cold from the north Is broken A week ago when it was warmer Put in a request to fix the former Nothing done If barbecues were allowed Or even candles, I’m not proud Could use them Alas, no news when it will be repaired And I have no long haired Furry companion With whom to share A blanket, flared Watching the snow fall In a moonlit glare No icicles yet formed On my hair At least it’s a comfy chair And soon I’ll repair To my bedroom lair And hope it’s fixed tomorrow.
Joe was exhausted after the day’s shopping trip. He fell asleep and didn’t put out the candle. His wife Mona loved those Bath and Body three wick candles and had them all over the house. This night one had burned hot on a stack of crumpled writing papers Joe was supposed to have put in the trash bin. A horrible happening from a careless act made Joe’s wife a widow in nothing flat.
Joe’s wife Mona was trying to be a writer. She thought joining a book club would be an inspiration. She loved meeting with the club. When Mona came home from her book club she found her home up in flames. The firefighters could not save Joe and Mona was devastated.
A few months later Mona met with her book club again, and remembering the last time they all met, the fire, etc, she started crying and asked her friends, “will it always be this hard?” There were no answers that consoled her.
That same night Mona was fitfully trying to sleep. She was housed in the guest house on their property that was saved from the flames. Mona tossed the pillows on the floor and sat up frustrated on the edge of the bed. She felt a presence next to her and an arm around her shoulders. “No, Mona, it won’t always be this hard. I’ll be here when you need me”. Then suddenly the presence disappeared. Mona found that if she thought hard enough, Joe would appear and that’s how she ended up writing a book about her circumstances entitled, “Living With Your Ghost”.
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late… Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers. PROMPT WORD: BOND
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The bond between family is the strongest one I know. Moms and dads together, sisters and brothers, have a special one. Love creates this bond and it won’t stay strong without it.You may develop a sturdy bond with a friend, but nothing surpasses a family bond. I felt a new surprising bond when my grandchildren were born, because I never thought I would feel a more impelling connection than to my own children.
The ancient ruins lay ahead of me, and I lace up the stitched cloak tighter around my neck. Icy winds continue, curling around on the ground causing small sandy whirlwinds. The drive from the local village is not so far away and I’ve made this trip many times. In the wintry atmosphere, I feel the spirits more clearly, as if they wait for the summer visitors to leave, and are then unafraid to commune with me.
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