The Bag Lady

Time

Quickly

Passes by

Without regard

For your desire to linger with a love

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 9/18

I told you it wouldn’t work.

The diet guru was a jerk

100 calories a day!

Now here forever do we lay

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When you asked I was too honest

Did not mean your heart’s demolish

Most everyone can pinch an inch

Didn’t mean to cause a flinch

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I have to say you did look fine

At first, only 100 dined

But then it just kept getting worse

The diet failed to be reversed

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If we heeded our conscious warnings

We wouldn’t hear our loved ones mourning

It’s not too bad under the heather

At least we’ll always be together

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Watching from a safe distance, siblings, favorite frog companion, and blankie, enjoy lackadaisical lollygagging from the porch, discussing kings, queens and “the right hand man”:

June Writing Prompts

Something I love, purple mountain’s majesty:

Photo by Tim Reaves

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I peered through the rusted wrought iron gate to the hill with the cemetery. I had no intention of walking up there, but it did call to me in ways I preferred to ignore. The tangle of tenoned vines surrounding the ancient graves seemed a warning not to approach. I turned back to the home my ancestors had built, now only a fragment of its former splendor. My job was to clean it up, research any items of value and find a buyer. No one in the family was available for this chore, so it was up to me. September found autumn this year beautiful and cool, so working in the stuffiness of the old building was not unpleasant.

I did find a few items of value, a supposed elaborately framed Monet, probably just a copy, a vase of possible Ming decent, and a collection of framed epigrammatic embroideries. None of these would bring a monetary reward I thought, but someone might be enchanted enough to pay a small sum with the oblivescence of any real historical value.

It was in the midst of adjusting these items to be cleaned or repaired for sale, that I felt a presence. Could it be that a ghost of a distant relative didn’t care for my intrusion? The feeling left as quickly as it came. I finished part of the arduous job and crept into my sleeping bag hoping to get an undisturbed night of rest. After shaking off the earlier feelings of the eerie presence, I finally fell asleep.

Sun streaking in the dusty windows found my eyes and I woke up with a start, wondering where I was. Realizing I was where I had to be and all was well, found my phone to check the time. Of course I had overslept, lacking the usual noisy atmosphere of the city. I decided to drive into town and get coffee before tackling the house again. As I drove the winding road it caused me to pass the cemetery again. An unexpected shiver as I once again observed the entwined vines around the graves.

Caffeine urged me to tackle the task of sorting once again, but this time there was a lingering presence that seemed to be actually engulfing me, pushing me in an unwanted direction, out towards the iron gate. It was almost a trancelike feeling, as I numbly proceeded to the gate, opened, and walked up the hill. It was as if I had no control, I just kept on walking up to those very graves that were encrusted with vines. I tried to stop myself. Suddenly the pressure ceased as I found myself in front of a small, but prominent gravestone. I read the inscription and it made clear, why I was the particular person chosen for the job of clearing the old home. Before me lay a fairly new marble block with inscribed words: “Welcome home, James”, and below: “James Arthur Anderson, April 1, 1980 – October 1, 2018.”

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I said to him, Harry, you’d better get up, the lawn needs mowing. The neighbors are already done and ours looks horrible! Did he get up, even move? No, I tell you Ethel, he just lays there like a bump on a log. Yes, he’s perfectly healthy. Yes! I said you’d better get up, it’s already ten-thirty and starting to get hot! Then I said to him, Harry, better get out there!

Harry plodded outside, smiling, started up the loud mower. Erma didn’t have a clue that Harry loved the quiet peace of mowing the lawn. Harry took his time.

100 Word Wednesday: Week 74

A word that lawyers often hate

I’m talking about negotiate

They would rather up the bond

For their benefit and beyond

If involved in dispute

Be careful to recruit

A barrister of good repute

One that cares and not refute

The basic tenets of established law

But take as written, observed in awe

Studious lawyers are the best

Discard the fancy and the rest

One eager to negotiate what’s fair

From their seat beside you there.

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Envy of petals

Soft, caressing your body

Red sensual scents

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There is a change, a shift in the circle of knowledge, between the bond of pride and disappointment in our country.

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I thought I’d sit, write about a life

Some of the things of interest

Thinking probably you could relate

I want to write only the simplest

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Events for all of us come and go

Seem infinite at the time

The every day life may seem humdrum

We need to remember the sublime

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My life experience: savor all

Gifts are yet to be received

So easy to stay in the present

Faith in the future should be believed.

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I must say this is not an easy form of poetry for me. I think it’s awkward, but had to try it. 😉

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