Guess a mistake
I did make
On poetry
On this date
So Ronovan, I apologize
If my poem’s not the size
That you want on your site
There was no intended slight
Sorry if I caused a plight
I’ll change it now and make it right.
☆☆☆☆
Time to Write 5-11-18 – The Cat’s Not in the Cradle
“Well, Joe, I guess that about wraps things up. This was an easy one.” Mike closed his notepad as his gloved hand picked up the most damning clue. The kitchen crime scene was a simple no-brainer.
“Yeah, it always helps when the guilty party trips up!” Joe laughed. The two senior detectives had been down this road so many times, and this was giving them a chuckle. “Yup, leaving prints that lead straight from the crime always helps!” They pocketed their papers and turned to leave. A news reporter was fast on the scene and asked what happened.
“I guess there’s no harm in telling you now. It’s all over.”
“Yup. The cat’s in custody, and the spilled milk is all cleaned up. That is, what’s left of it. The milk soaked paws were a giveaway. The old lady left the milk out after creaming her coffee. Heard a big crash and came in to find a broken pitcher of milk. We have the suspect in custody and we’re on our way to the pound. She should have known better than keeping her kitchen windows open. An old lady living alone? That’s just asking for trouble.”
Time To Write: Random Words 9 [Creative Writing Prompt – Mystery Month]
Ronovanwrites Haiku Challenge
A memory inked
A permanent tattoo made
Seen as body art
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #201 Body&Art
MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt
Diligence’s reward is a dream fulfilled.
From here:
To here:
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/05/13/sunday-writing-prompt-6-word-stories/
Movie Monday
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt 54 Fountain
Spewing the hate
Or flowing the love
Words can be both the above.
Describing a feeling
Expressed out loud
Should make them feel loved
And yourself proud.
Often a word opinion based
Has deep meaning we shouldn’t chase
Respect and compassion should be the case.
Make your fountain beautiful with love and grace.
53 words
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/05/12/weekend-writing-prompt-54-fountain/
Don’t you dare laugh!
Beautiful Cyranny in her cove, made a video of Montreal. Her voice is soft and sweet and has the bonus of a lovely French accent. Enjoy!
As part of my application to WOW Air’s contest, I had to make a 2 min max “travel guide” talking about Montréal… I’ve NEVER edited videos before, and I would have gladly skipped this part of the application.
I hate filming myself too. I don’t have any problem watching myself, but I just really wanted to leave it to your imagination to guess what I looked/sounded like.
But hey, a dream is a dream, and I promised to give it my best, so I did.
You have no clue how long this took me to make… I can’t believe I spent so much time, and came up with just this, but at least, I have a video, therefore, I can enter the contest! Yay me!
Someone asked (yeah, I’m talking about you, Suze) if there was a way to support my entry in the contest… Well you can always…
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 12 and 13
She travelled the neighborhood every day, making sure to observe every nuance of the assembled homes. She took on this job of what she named “neighborhood watch”, but in reality, she was more like Keeper of the Realm.
Miss Flibbertigibbet was the all knowing nuisance in an otherwise friendly community. She climbed onto her ancient bicycle outfitted with a seemingly friendly basket of flowers by the handlebars. Unknown to anyone but her, the flowers hid a camera and pad and pencil. If Miss F spotted any sort of misdemeanor against the housing development agreement, she felt it her (however unwarranted) duty to report it.
Her special interest was the few glass houses. The inhabitants of such structures were careful to appear immaculate at all times. Heaven forbid a rainstorm occurred while they were away, because after such an event, Miss Flibbertigibbet was on the prowl. Glass house occupants were in fear of the spotted speck. This was a violation in only Miss F’s mind of course, but letters were written and read by the development’s association. The association was mostly a jury of “peers” but there were a few older members of Miss F’s ilk.
Reported, written and delivered for the day, Miss F returned to her home, oldest of the neighborhood, at the end of the street standing under the shadow of a power station. After eating a modest dinner of soup and dry bread, she retired to her bed, notebook in hand.
USA Mother’s Day 2018
An open heart
Spilling a tear
Remembering mothers passed
Grandmothers too.
A beautiful symbol
Made of metal for strength
Elaborately inscribed
With importances
Of a life
Always open with room to spare.
Today we enjoy
With, or remember
The ones who raised us
Loved and cared
And did their best.
Happy Mother’s Day!💞
Daily Prompt: Core
It’s not the apple
It’s not your abs
It’s not the magma
It’s not tenets of business
It’s not balled up rubber bands.
💓💓💓
It is the heart
My core is the heart of my being, my existence
Outside happenings, events of importance
Can surround me with laughter or tears – my mind can ignore them
My heart cannot.
💓💓💓
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