The Bag Lady

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She said “‘course you can wear that color”, purchase was made

Your burgundy color was permanent, never started to fade

I wore you through the seasons, ‘cause I never liked a coat

You are the perfect covering and upon you I do dote

Now years later, your soft yarn stretched, making holes

But I always choose you, no matter what the weather doles

The sleeves are nicely long and you might expect

I use them as gloves, the extra length I respect

Sadly now your worn, soft fiber bulk that was used

Shows careless use of hangars – certainly abuse

Still you are my favorite and I will always choose

You as my comfort, if deciding to take a snooze

Someone may say, you need to toss that sweater, dear

But no new one could compare, and I’ll keep you always near.

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Metamorphosis of Sorts

The style and form of your poem are up to you. I would just like you to be in your chosen element: run barefoot on the earth; fly through air; burn with fire; or swim in water.

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Refreshing summer breeze

Tearing autumn leaves from trees

Bending harvest grains in a dance

Going outside you take a chance

Gifting you a new hairstyle

Taking your breath running a mile

The wind is a tyrant or a blessing

When your plans it’s addressing

It’s always good to be aware

Winds start or stop anywhere

At once a hot day’s reprieve

Or icy cold on winter eves

Gentle or strong, soft or harsh

This airy element is in charge.

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Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements

Walking into the minibar, she saw a challenge on the chalkboard: Free drinks to anyone who can make an anagram of the word squeamish!

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It seemed we were locked in time. We all gathered outside when the power went out and all my friends and I could hear were echos of our own voices. It only lasted a few seconds, showing us (It’s power) and then it started to fade. It didn’t take us long to run back to our tents, shivering with fear. Someone else will be in charge of Senior Night next year!

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One-Liner Wednesday – Useless superpowers

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**’Colleen, I hope this qualifies- it’s taking a while to get back to writing

Poetry Forms

beautiful

purple inspires

majesty

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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – February 25, 2025

He simply could easily find it. Knowing his reputation as the best cardiologist in the land, she relied on his judgment. Little did she know that he was a magic scientist. In order to diagnose a person’s condition, he would put the patient under a special spell and perform his magic. Of course, it was not truly acceptable and no one would believe it if they were even told, but as she lay there, fast asleep with heavy sedation, he found he could diagnose heart conditions easily. X-ray machines and anesthesiologist equipment and heavy big bright lights above had nothing to do with his diagnosis. He simply made a tiny incision, then shrank down, hopped inside, and got a very good look into a person’s heart. Thus solving the problem much more easily.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 02/25/2025

You taint the history

Break every strut

The foundation crumbles

Under your rule.

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Three Things Challenge #M982

Violet’s prompt guidelines:

I chose C: “Sometimes I think being scared is half the fun.”

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Groomed at eighteen

The wise might have seen

That seemingly a dream

Come true

Was only construed

For others’ means-

Pushed forward

For their future,

Not my reward.

Now I am realizing

My compromising

Looking back now it’s done

“Sometimes I think being scared is half the fun”

Or not.

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My apologies to Violet. I could not get my post formatted from copying yours. It is not easy to use blocks and WP doesn’t help.

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W3 Prompt #148: Wea’ve Written Weekly