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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #092
All in One
“Come here, Captain!” Julie saw her big companion, a Newfoundland, leapfrog over the counter and sit in front of the pharmacist, who often gave Captain treats. Julie, waiting to refill a prescription at Costco, must have loosened her grip on the leash. Since becoming a widow, Captain was her constant friend and protector. Julie shopped for everything there because it had special dog shampoo, anagram puzzle booklets, and even a bakery!
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Can You Tell A Story In…
Joe looked lovingly at the mountain range. It would not be long before he would be traversing them again. California was loved by many, but his home was Colorado. The highway was bleak, but that would soon change and the green range of the San Juans would be showing. New Mexico is not all a boring beige, but that’s the feeling he gets through these long stretches. Soon the landscape will brighten, not only in scenery, but his spirit of going home.
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I wonder if you are old enough to remember this song. I still think of it with affection today. I used to wake my kids with this once in a while, but usually I turned their lights on and yelled “up and at em!” Either way I was singing this song this morning and realized it’s lacking in lyrics but the first few words are enough for me. I feel it is a “loving” song. Oh well, another day in nostalgia.☺️
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The light is changing, creeping up over the horizon, it’s not just another day.
morning glorious
sun rises tentatively here
stone structures greeting
sun slow and lazy today
summer solstice lingering
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Haibun Monday 6-22-26: First Solstice
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I find this was a hard one, though I knew what I wanted to say🙄😃
Poetics: A Tale of Two Images
Joe thought they had learned their lesson
The “boys” had caught him dressing
He peered into the mirror
Their images became clearer
That’s when they started messing….
Calling him a number of names
Joe had heard all the refrains
When he was smaller
Wanting to be taller
And join in their basketball game.
Now he was a star
They couldn’t mar
His mind with useless digs
As he donned his uniform rig
They were just jealous
And talked rather callous
Joe just strolled into the The Palace
(of Auburn Hills, MI)
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Do you ever close off parts of your poems or stories? Do you get too close to your personal thoughts? I would think most of the time writing here you keep a free hand, jotting down what you think, feel or try to accomplish a difficult poem form. That’s probably the way I write, personal and honest as I can and I try to get some humor in, or a jab at Trump…nuff said on that subject! But this is as personal as it gets – this morning I was in the shower and now that my hair is a bit longer, a wet curl fell off my shoulder and onto my chest. I thought, and this might come a little too close for comfort, on my part at least, but I’m being honest…I thought “the romanticism of hair”. I have never met a man who didn’t prefer his love to have a long, touchable head of hair. So tell me true gentlemen, is that true? Give me your thoughts! Clearly I spend too much time alone!
But think about it. How many famous poems have a piece of hair in there? A wisp, a curl, a strand, mane, locks, waves, crown, tangles, bangs, braids, bun. Below is a famous poem by Sir Walter Scott: “To a Lock of Hair”:
Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 
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