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Lights and a siren again, as the fire engine pulled into the complex parking lot. It always arrived first in any crisis. The ambulance followed and the first responders jumped out. They had stopped the screeching fire alarm upon entry as old residents in pajamas filed out onto the street. Such an ongoing occurrence means no panic set in. This time the fire alarm had been triggered by frozen water pipes—I don’t understand the correlation, but I’m no plumber. Since the opening of this complex people including staff come and go. Acquaintances are brief.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for February 22, 2024

• Choose at least one line (or you can go for the gusto and choose a few!) from the given selections to include in a poetic musing of your choice. 

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Red and satin ribbons

Seem enticing at the start

Tying hearts together

Not to be torn apart

The cardboard starts to fold itself as feelings tweak

“I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks”

Beginnings can be beautiful

So sad when the dream ends

Acts become dutiful

And romance doesn’t bend.

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Happy birthday, Kurt🎉

I’m black and shiny and roll along

Have extra padding if she sits too long

I can be cranky and stick my brakes

I don’t care how much strength it takes

I sound mean, admit I love to complain

But I’m her only way to maintain

Independence, so I should be nicer

Sometimes I smoothly glide to entice her

To use me, and get out of her other chair

Get out of the house for some fresh air

Once in a while we go shopping

It’s fun in the parking lot, not stopping

Then I’m loaded into the trunk

Causing a short feeling of funk

While waiting for another adventure

Life’s not bad, being a chair.

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W3 Prompt #95: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Sleeping is not an easy task

Even with a lights out mask

Suddenly awoke with red all around

Took the opportunity to be bathroom bound

The doorbell jarred my brain loud and clear

It’s piercing for people who cannot hear

Then accompanied by a few knocks

I answered “who is it” donning my socks

Firemen ma’am they said, not distressed

I answered, hold on a sec I’m not dressed

I asked after moving in

If I could put the doorbell in the bin

Apparently it’s a housing law code thing

It’s not like the old ones that ding-alinged

With a melody or happy tune

It pierces your ears like a harpoon

But all is well nothing to fear

Fire and rescue is common here.

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This was definitely weird: I was woken at one to red lights flooding the bedroom and then a knock on the door. I don’t wear full pajamas so I went to the door and asked who it was, “firemen” they said. Yikes! I said “I’m not dressed, hold on a sec.”Apparently they were from a rescue ambulance sent to an apartment where there was a note saying to get her key from me. I don’t even know the person in that apartment! They believed me but needless to say I got no sleep the rest of the night. By the way those two firefighters were so young and cute and smiley no wonder I couldn’t get back to sleep😂

One-Liner Wednesday – Weird

This week marks the start of the Snow Becomes Rain season. It’s a time of transition and awakening as the first signs of spring emerge. Embrace the seasonal changes and create poetry inspired by the kigo words.

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spring light in sunrise

sky brightness is a false warm

strong cold winds prevail

whipping cold tendrils descend

baby birds cling to straw nests

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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 22, 2/20/24, Part I, Snow Becomes Rain (February 19 – March 4) Usui 雨水

her daughter Jill. Jill had been in labor for two days and last night was supposed to be “the day”! “These new age doctors make me uncomfortable. Jill has been in pain for a long time, exhausted and should have delivered already. I wonder if she needs a c-section? Will you call and talk to Joe? Maybe the doctor won’t ignore her husband like he does me.” After Joe’s little “talk” with the doctor, Jill was transferred to a different hospital with a more knowledgeable obstetrician.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #137

Quadrille is a pocket-sized form of our own creation here at dVerse: a poem of just 44 words (not counting the title), including one word we provide. Today, I’d like you to tangle with the word touch. 

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Quadrille #195 – Don’t Touch that Dial! (Stay and Write a Poem)    

The couple’s sledge went asunder as it flew over the boundary of the hill. A farfetched idea of an unwanted fondle created the temporary loss of control by the steerer.

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Five Word Weekly Challenge (2408)

Share Your World 19th February