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Please choose one (or more) of the following and weave words into poetry. I chose: Find or create an image and write an ekphrastic poem about pilgrimage, wandering, or walkabout to it.

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A fresh innocent mind

Reading always on his mind

Wandering in and out of time

Adventures on the library’s dime

Thinking every trip is sublime

Possibly a mountain climb

Or tea party with characters from a book

Where the Queen of Hearts gives him a look

Frightening as she calls out a guest

“Off with his head” but it’s only a jest

The boy then wanders into a forest wood

Spies Friar Tuck and Robin Hood

Then gently slips into a tired swoon

In his bed with “Goodnight Moon”.

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dVerse Poetics — Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout

Since I have been home with not being able to put any weight on my left leg, I’ve realized how much I rely on two feet even though I can’t feel those feet and am in a wheelchair 24/7. That fact escapes some doctors and my current orthopedic doc who may be a great surgeon but does not take the time to know his non surgical patients. His parting words after telling the nurse to fit me with a “boot” were, “we’ll have you up and walking in no time”.

“So, you perform miracles” is what I should have said right then but he was too quick out the door. Amazing to me that any doctor goes into a room to see a patient and chooses not to know who he’s actually talking to. If he had known anything about me he would have seen a file that noted I’ve not been able to walk for 15+ years. My wheelchair is not just a charming accessory.

Even in rehab some nonfrequent PT people would say the same thing. It just makes you sad and frustrated as a patient. They seemed to expect my right leg to do all the work when that leg has also been asleep for many years. These people must think the wheelchair is something I “wear” occasionally.

Okay so that’s what’s bothering me and has been so, since I broke my leg on March 25. Enough on that.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for May 9, 2024

Here’s how to take part in Prosery:

–   Write a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.
–   Post your Prosery on your blog and link back to this post.
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“Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.” The old man spoke to his grandchildren in a hushed tone. They sat together on some driftwood available on the cold sand beach. The man looked nostalgically at the waves, seemingly mesmerized by their slow constant motion. The children were getting anxious to put their feet in the water but it was really too chilly yet. “Soon”, he told them. “When the cherry and apple blossoms fill the trees, it will be warm enough, but for today, let’s look for some unbroken shells floating in to the sand. Next time we’ll bring some bread for the gulls, there’s always something fun to do on the beach.” As the children spread out a bit, he glanced up again at the geese, hoping for a safe journey coming home.

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Prosery: Something Told the Wild Geese

Cellpic Sunday – The Museum of Illusions

Here are this week’s questions:

1.  Have you ever roller skated? Yes, liked it.

2.  Have you ever ridden a horse (or donkey) Yes. We had a horse growing up in the farm – no donkeys that I remember.

3.  What was your favourite ride at a fun fair? The swings and tiltawhirl.

4.  Choice of fun fair prizes:
coconut, cuddly toy, £10/$10 cash prize. I don’t remember playing any of the carnival games.

Gratitude: I’m grateful to my GP for answering my call this morning☺️

Share Your World 6th May 2024

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What do you see # 237- May 6, 2024

“Okay people, let’s take off our shoes and wiggle those toes! Yep, please push those cuties into the soft green grass and smile! Remember, no matter your age you can make changes in your life to be happy, relaxed and feel good! This will also improve your coloring to a pleasant pink blush on your skin…and say goodbye to that pasty white complexion. Believe me, you will feel better instantly when you let Mother Nature put some sunshine into your life! Now before you go, let’s all give the camp’s cheer:

Boom de Roca boom de Roca let’s get healthy!

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MLMM Wordle #371

Shiny blisters of old wounds on the forest’s pine trees glowed innocuously in the moonlight.  Pebbles scattered about the base of the trees laden with pine needles mingled, hiding small creatures of the night.  Empty of the daylight’s deer and rabbits, shadows of gasping ghosts roamed free.  Forest lore suggests the specters are slowly vanishing and the older spirits have gone underground to stay.

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Wordle 653

I have two best friends, sisters a year apart, one my age and one younger. My mom never let me spend a night away from home but knew this family well. My dad and their dad commuted to their jobs together. Admittedly I really didn’t want to spend any nights away from home. The two sisters came to my farm and we decided to sleep in the hay mow. They had a flashlight…my undoing. I guess it was their plan to scare me and they did. I hated spiders, still do, and that night as we lay together, they scanned the ceiling of the barn to reveal huge and I mean HUGE hairy spiders that would move in the flashlight beam. Apparently all my playing in the hay barn, it never occurred to me before this that we kids were not the only residents. That was the first and last night spent in the barn.

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Sunday Confessionals – Forgotten tales

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:  GRAIN

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Growing up on a dairy farm, we had cows, a bull, chickens and 200 acres to play in. The hay barn was a fun place to jump and play but my love was the grain house. We weren’t allowed to play in there of course, but we could open the door and briefly enjoy the aroma. I suppose that’s one reason why I love breads that have texture and flavor as an adult. It was a building that housed the most lovely smell, fresh grain. I hated milk and my least favorite place was the milk house. 🤓

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!