W3

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Walking in snow hidden

slippery black ice

Snow melts into mush, travel is dangerous

Rain constant so planting delayed or

uprooted plants sit in a flooded garden

Snow covers the plantings

Tree limbs full of buds

while lilies bloom, hyacinths and

red paintbrush make flag scenery complete

Bright flowers appear, warmed soil eager, refreshed

Sun’s heat helps growth for garden yield

Frost curled leaves, their colors faded

Chilled flowers remain

A few broken stems triumphant but sleet is too powerful

not giving in to the cold

while winds still freezing start the cycle again where I’m walking.

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W3 Prompt #157: Wea’ve Written Weekly

MLMM Friday Faithful

I kinda sorta lost my cool, as it might be described, or a rant, possibly a sign of mental illness? I have an ongoing medical problem and it has become an all consuming nightmare the last year. In fact I would say that starting in March 2024 when I broke a leg, my health started sliding down fast. I kept my sense of humor, and I’m lucky to have it…but a few days ago I kinda sorta had a meltdown. Luckily I live by myself so any “special” words that were loudly said, was all to myself. A small outburst of frustration soothed the soul for a while, hopefully for another year.

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Kinda Sorta

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Daily Post

They say that with age

Thinking turns more sage

But I have to disagree

At least pertaining to me

Sure I may be wiser

Think I’m an advisor

But memory I find

Is hardly kind.

Take these prompts for example

Their existence is ample

But I’m always behind

Or is it just my mind?

Seems very troubling

They seem to be doubling

Or is it just me

Early senility?

I use the term comically

But it’s anatomically

Correct, unfortunately

I am a senior, importunately

So bear with me please

Hope with age, it may ease.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/age/

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http://mymindmappings.com/2025/05/02/fandangos-flashback-friday-may-2nd/

The Sunday Whirl

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The electricity in the room was due to the charm of the little man in the cradle. He was a gift they did not expect, but he forced the grief of months past to leave and become a hazy thought. The grandmother took her head scarf which had a list of chants and prayers printed on it; shaped around her neck and swaying, looking to the sky and knowing some secrets of life were revealed this day. Her mysterious cat rubbed on the grandmother’s legs and softly growled. The entire day and evening seemed a dream to her daughter, who always thought she would be denied a healthy baby.

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This was a tough combination of words😉

https://wordpress.com/reader/feeds/89850/posts/5647102408

MLMM Wordle

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“Picture it,” the old woman said. “Even with big clouds this night you can place the North Star.” Evelyn thought her grandmother a wise woman, but she couldn’t seem to see the wishing star. She had read about it, how fishermen could find their way if lost at sea, but she was not that knowledgeable. However, she could survey the night sky and write some clever poems about it.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #422