Sue was frazzled as the county fair date approached. She entered roses in the flower competition, even won a medal one year, so doted on her rose garden ever since. Suddenly she heard a rain storm come with hail! Charging outside, saw her babied rose looking like a prune.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
I am angry in defiance of our current administration, and in awe of the unlawful actions of our president. I am longing for congress to listen to their constituents and do something!
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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #397
Scurry
Autumn leaves
Crossing the sidewalks
Avoiding the coming mower
Escaped
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Tall grass
Still showing green
Shudder at mower’s whine
We never liked the crew cut look
Just trimmed
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MTB: cinquains revisited
Being in my element these days, and pardon me, but I find myself writing “these days” frequently. I guess it shows what element I’m really in – old! I don’t like to think it, but as I struggle to say a word I know, and will finally come to me in a few moments, I think, yup, old. And the older I get I feel more nostalgic for younger days, chasing my children in the park, and having family still alive, like my three older sisters. I get emotional too easily, an element I have been stuck with my entire life. I consider myself lucky to be able to blog and have my writings express what I hesitate to say out loud.
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Writing Prompts
I answer to Cheryl, Carol, Cheri, Cherry, GMA, Grandma, Grammie and my favorite, hey, ol lady! Always makes me smile.
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One-Liner Wednesday – Me from now on
Disney
Princesses dream
Always a magic wand
With words in song, “if you believe”
Comes true
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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 16: BELIEVE is your inspiration.
What is a hairstyle trend to me looks like I’ve been out on a windy day. My daughter came by as I was doing my hair and using a hot curler- I know that’s not what you call it these days, but she said let me try it. So she fussed around twisting my hair, etc and then said she was done. I don’t care for it, but I do see it on people these days. Some trends are not for the faint hearted!
Joe seeing his favorite ride, sitting there, rusting, and ruined was nostalgic. He hid in that spot years ago being chased by the sheriff when he thought speeding down Main Street was fun. He loved that Chevy. To think those pranks we kids did were horrible, it’s lucky my parents aren’t alive these days when violence is rampant. Joe hauled the car there when it no longer drove, and left it. Remembering Betty and the guys, the many good times they had in that car…smiling to himself, said “so long” to the Chevy that had given him so much pleasure.
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5 September 2025
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Golden Sunset
prairie grasses waving
golden fronds atop green
moving like dancing queens
wind orchestra
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Abhanga poem- titled, four lines, 6,6,6,4. Lines 2 and 3 rhyme.
W3 Prompt #175: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Hey George, notice anything funny in the back seat?
Nah, I think it’s almost Halloween, probably just a mask!
I think our driver is scared, look at his face! He must not like dogs, especially big ones. All our brothers just seem mesmerized by the road ahead…are they all thinking it’s a real dog and scared, too?
I don’t know Harry, but I’m just going to keep looking straight ahead like everyone else. I don’t want to start any trouble. Maybe the dog just needed a ride too. Our stop is coming right up. Let’s get out fast.
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The Bag Lady 
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