Shimmering Substance by Jackson Pollock 1946
Live every moment
Don’t take it lightly, this gift
Life, a gift from love
Experience everything
Enjoy it all with gusto
#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 102 – Experience & Life
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 6-26-18
We are taught to share
Everything includes our heart
Such a precious part
To extend without regret
Wanting something in return
COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 90, “Give & Receive,” #SYNONYMSONLY
MLMM Wordle #202
A pint of beer, a sleeping bag at the ready, a pennyworth of bread, and the wastrel was settled in for the night. The owner of the establishment felt compassion for these wanderjahrs, and this time of year there were plenty; young people wanting to have a lark before going off to study for the future. The tavern owner provided a room of sorts in the back of the building for them. Wanting adventures before they settle in to chase their future in life would never cease to bring out the wanderlust in young people.
This particular young man was almost breathless with the wonders he saw in these foreign countries. Being marooned in the depths of London in elementary years, he was chosen for a scholarship in a prestigious university, and the travels around Europe before the commitment, was a waiting dream. It would take some amount of metal for him to report to university in autumn.
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**I used metal meaning strength. I’ve heard it used this way many times. However, looking up anything I could find to prove that is proper usage, I was at a loss. I decided to use it anyway.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/06/25/wordle-202/
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction – The Love Letter
Going through hidden away papers, files, cards, letters, I found what I searched for a few months ago. Your letter of affirmation. You wrote so beautifully, expressing feelings I heard you say, and I loved your voice, by the way. You knew I loved hearing it.
You penned a love letter and within you said you were writing it so I could look at it from time to time, as I did today. Since you’ve been away I tried not to think of you, as I once did. Reading the letter again, tears flowed freely and brought you back.
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 28
Sometimes you have to just grin and bear it
Sometimes it helps to come here and share it
WordPress seems a friendly place
A river of fortitude in life’s hectic pace
Often a shelter with a caring face
WordPress is the place to be
Writing here should be free
From rudeness and condemnation
That’s what I think is its reputation
So write and post all with glee
Fun’s where it’s at. I think it should be.
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Errands Today so no blogging 😫
Actually I spent the morning looking for a key. . .the whole morning! But now I have two small bags of trash and clean drawers! There’s an upside to everything☺️
And no, didn’t find the key!🤓
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 27
Jerry was a dancer
At least dreamed he was
When he heard music
Always stopped to pause
For a tap or slide with a soft shoe
That’s when everyone knew
Jerry was in a world of his own
When all of his seeds of dance were sown
He’d frequent the discos very well rehearsed
Asked ladies to dance with a cheery verse
They liked to join him to dance in a jiffy
All thinking he was spastically spiffy
His manner of dance sometimes seemed odd
With unusual movements he made with his bod.
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 26 and Prompt: Native
“Remember the magic” he whispered in French, his native tongue. Well known for his romantic personality, Jacque waltzed his wife around the ballroom. Their dancing skills provided winning professional awards, and constant togetherness.
Being married for twenty years, they met in Paris at a ballroom dance competition. Fate had stepped in when Marie’s partner broke his leg during practice. Fortunately, Jacque was covering the competition as an arranger, and their story began. Finding herself in a strange place without a partner, and only two days to find another, Marie was devastated. The romantic Paris setting and the song she had chosen were perfect except for losing her known partner. A chance meeting brought Jacque and Marie together and they have been partners ever since.
This night was the fourth of a week’s competition and Marie was more weary than usual. She had talked to Jacque about skipping this one competition because of it, but Paris was Paris, and they hadn’t been back in a few years. He knew her tiredness was temporary and decided to make it extra special for her. As he drew her onto the dance floor, he whispered the message, hoping she would remember the music–the very first song they had danced to.
https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/06/26/scotts-daily-prompt-native/
Putting My Feet in the Dirt 25
I smoothed my hand over the leather. I found it rather bumpy, too red in color, with small little bumps interrupting the quality I wanted.
This car had to be perfect for the money I spent procuring it. These bumps simply would not do! Turning to the sales representative, I looked her straight in the eye. “Feel this. . .does this look and feel like Corinthian leather to you?”
The sales rep looked at the supposed leather, felt the bumps also and then sheepishly looked at her customer.
“Uh, I think you may be right. Let me talk to my supervisor.” She left and walked to her office.
I noticed other nicely dressed customers pouring over the expensive vehicles and wondered what they thought. I asked a woman near my age to feel the leather.
“Ridiculous!” she laughed. “This looks and feels like carnelian with carbuncles, certainly not Corinthian leather!
Check out this poem:
Sad Optimist at:
Expresses my feelings beautifully
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