The Bag Lady

“Snakes, why did it have to be snakes?”

Family gathers close for safety

Circling for support

Comfort needed to survive

Welcomed companions

🔅🔅🔅

**welcome back, Elsie, wishing you well.🤗

http://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/06/20/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-101-family-survive/

Trying something new for a basket

Moms gone, couldn’t ask her

Recipe help I surely need

I’m not of her culinary breed

She could throw together anything

While I struggle with napkin rings

Lacking all the proper ingredients

Used the net to be expedient

Trying to use the substitutes

Not advised by cooking institutes

A small change here, a little there

Disaster awaits, diners beware!

https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/06/17/disaster/

Unleashed sad tears soaked

Nourishing desert feelings

Barren heart revived

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 89, “DRY & WET,” #SYNONYMSONLY

Just found this guy today, love his humour, give him a gander!

Happiness is its Tuesday, not Monday!

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/tuesdayuseitinasentence-happiness/

Sitting at the typewriter, thinking, what to write? Should I write of my lost love, the man who suddenly appeared and fulfilled my every need? Should I write a poem explaining how much I still love him even though he’s gone? Could I even express the sorrow I feel for losing him?

I’ve written about him before, in specific terms, height, build, eyes, those gray blue eyes that pierce my soul when I look, really look, into them. I’ve told stories of his charm, his cleverly written expressions, his wit that kept surprising me even after three years of contact? That was the original attraction, laughing at his witty remarks, liking his ideas of humor alongside my own. It drew us together.

And then, and then it became more. Almost an obsession, delving deeper into our feelings, backgrounds, how our personalities merged perfectly.

No, I don’t think I should.

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com

Up from the depths she rose, always looking, striving upward, never to be held down. They tried everything to keep her down, under the mass of disappointment. They thought they had trapped her into despair. They tied her up, fenced in her mind, her ideas were all too new to them and they wouldn’t accept it. They were afraid of any new concepts she offered, answers to their age old questions, and buried her under their fear.

She held onto one thing they hadn’t known for centuries, and very little of it survived their attempts to destroy her, but you can see it there above her. A tiny bit of love she found in their universe, and it will not be daunted, it is surviving, and will grow until it saves them.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/photo-challenge-219/

Grandchildren love to play tricks on us. Sometimes it’s all of them in cahoots with chaos and sometimes it’s hilarious. Recently a trick was played on me,and it backfired.

The middle three came calling with a friend, we talked a while, it was late and dark outside. One has a key so when they leave, he locks the door. I’m usually on my bed at that time of night and not in my wc.

We all said our good nights and love yous and then I heard the door. I didn’t hear it lock. I got into the chair to check the lock, suspicious that something was up. As I reached the living room, great laughter as they jumped out of the darkness, then disappointment as I calmly ignored them. They forget I’ve been around for a long time….

June Writing Prompts

No longer a need for WP prompts

We’ve plenty of writers to do the job

They’re popping up from everywhere

So thank their efforts and use them here

A variety is offered to you

Many options for you to choose

So come on people let’s see of what you’re made

Employ those prompters to make their day!

***Since I’ve been less than humorous the last bit, here’s an apology of sorts, dancing required:

https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/scotts-daily-prompt-employ/