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a grassy surround

golden straw with orange crowns

breezes bring to life

they’re waving contentedly

a natural beauty sea

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W3 Prompt #121: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Dancers move in a silent glide

Man keeps her clinging to his side

Intimate movements – tango stride

A sensual dance

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Ovi Poetry Challenge 62: MOVE is your inspiration.

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Writing Prompts

One-Liner Wednesday – Are you allergic to anything?

Well here sits my husband in his glee

Eating cereal while wild and free

His favorite pastime is clear to see

He’d rather bathe and eat than sit with me.

I’ve talked to him till I’m black and blue

But he wants all the other colors too

Too much to be satisfied

With whatever I do.

It’s harmless they say, let him be free

When I asked a doc for suggestions for me

So here he sits and I am tired of it

Think I’ll buy gallons of milk, let him drown as he sits

That way at least we’ll both be free

Me in the shower and him in a cereal sea.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 08/20/2024

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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Silken blue

I chose number six:

The worst injury I had as a child was almost drowning. My entire family plus cousins were at a lake in a big picnic get together. I had taken swimming lessons in an ice cold brook and hated it, but I could keep myself above water. My much bigger, not well liked cousin decided to pull me under. I yelled for help and the adults were all talking and didn’t hear me. The ledge I was standing on disappeared and I found myself going deep with my cousin pushing me down on top of me. Finally my oldest brother-in-law saw and jumped in to find me. To this day I don’t care to be over my head in unknown waters. Glub, glub, glub.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for August 22, 2024

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

“I’m sorry, detective,” the officer said, “but none of the fingerprints found at the crime scene matched those of our primary suspect.”

That never stopped Detective Wronclews. He knew the woman was guilty. He could just tell by her swarthy look, tight dress and big dark eyes. The fact she reminded him of his first wife had no influence on his thinking. He immediately knew she was guilty. And then there was the blood on her hands. She of course said she was trying to give CPR to the victim, but the detective knew better. It reminded Wronclews of his third wife, when he saw her cutting up chickens for their dinner. Then there was the nosy neighbor who thought she saw the victim enter the house…who could forget the woman who lived across from the detective and his second wife when they had those violent arguments? Yes, this woman was guilty alright. It was written all over her.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2024/08/20/fandangos-story-starter-163/

under full blue moon

lays treat of oil and spices

dried basil, garlic

dipping Italian bread

dragonflies envy the feast

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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 48, 8/20/24, Part I, Fading Heat (August 23 – September 6) Shosho 処暑

The Macintosh apple a work of art

As seen when skin and pulp do part

Bright red and green skin so smooth

A cute stem is poised from the root

A taste of sweet flesh from tart surround

Makes this apple so profound

The scent of apple orchard trees

Autumn delight on the breeze

Enjoy the juicy white pulp flavor

A Macintosh apple is meant to savor.

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Poetics: Exploring the senses in Food Poetry