The Bag Lady

For today’s prompt, let’s take a trip to the beach. Choose one of the paintings that follow. Tell us a story (in poem form) about your day at the beach, through the details of the painting. Think about the shapes and structural qualities Picasso incorporates into his work. Include aspects of shape and form in your poem. Please do share with us which painting you’ve chosen.

A sultry day in the month of May

Sisters delight in the ocean waves

Long, beautiful hair released from wraps

Conversation lessens with maybe a nap

Outstretched on the sand, their swimming done

Watching a sailboat that floats in the sun

A far away lighthouse shows the way

When clouds turn dark on sailboat shades

The sisters three gather their things

Beach day is done as a dinner bell rings.

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They used horses for daily mail

Always on well established trails

One time a new rider’s

Horse wasn’t a strider

And now it’s called monthly mail.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

I always thought of Joe as a friend. He was such a quiet man, lived alone, and did good deeds whenever he could. Many neighborhood people would joke behind his back. One day he delivered a letter to me, and I could see that he was struggling with his house keys when he returned home. I walked over to try to help him, and he suddenly he got very upset with me. “I’m not helpless, I can do this by myself.”

I was surprised that he seemed upset with me for trying to help him, but I just returned to my home. I decided to make a pie and take it over to him just to be friendly. I am so glad that I did because when he opened the door and I looked inside I saw that he was a hoarder. Of course this was perfectly legal, but seemed to be crowding him terribly. There was hardly any room for him to come to the door. “I hope you don’t think I am intruding, but can I help you with all of these newspapers?” He didn’t answer and quickly shut the door, taking the pie.

I told the local pastor what was happening and thought maybe he could organize some of the neighbors to help him rid his home of the hoarded items. The pastor has not yet decided if that’s a good idea. I guess I should mind my own business.

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MLMM Wordle #427

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Wordle 709

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Share Your World: 2nd June

Did you know dVerse created the quadrille form? A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. It may or may not have a rhyme scheme…..actually, there is no required format except that it be a poem (not prose) of exactly 44 words, sans title. But there is ONE HITCH! You must include the word provided by the pubtender of the day, within the body of the poem.

So….without further ado, I am the pubtender today and the word you must include within the body of your poem is …. SUNRISE. 

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. . . the sun’ll come up . . .

I am a diehard fan of actor Jeremy Renner so I was waiting for his book, “My Next Breath” to come to audible. I have just finished it and I can say it was interesting, how he got through his accident and survival. I found some of it repetitive, but enjoyed it still.

I started following Renner’s film career back in 2005 with the film, NeoNed. His acting performance in this movie made me look for more of his work after I fell in love with this flawed character. Naturally I was anxious to see if he had recovered well and “My Next Breath” fills me in.

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It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (June 2, 2025) 📚📚

These past three weeks I have been out of pocket and apologize to my blog friends. I was ill, ended up in the hospital for a week (not fun at all) and now trying to recuperate to have some tests done to see why I was ill. All along these days, my daughter was working and keeping up with the end of soccer for one daughter’s senior year and another daughter’s college graduation in New Mexico, and all the activities that occur in these three weeks while ferrying me to appointments, etc. My younger granddaughter graduated on Friday and will make a trip to Spearfish, SD for college orientation at Black Hills State University. My other granddaughter graduated college in NM. You can imagine all the busyness we have had this month. So I had to delete almost a thousand emails and today I am trying to get back on the horse. Thanks for your good wishes.☺️

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My four year old,. wearing my silk slip, came into the living room trying to be a vamp, like Theda Bara, and I’ll never forget the look on my husband’s face! I think we’re letting her watch too many old movies with us…

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OLWG#420- Charlie in Wonderland

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.

PROMPT WORD:  FUSE

“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.”
– Allen Ginsberg 

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Everyone said my husband, a teacher, had a short fuse. I realized that soon enough. We were traveling as chaperones with a group of six year olds to a dinosaur museum. Two industrious children decided to scale the Tyrannosaurus’ tale, causing the entire exhibit to fall. A sprained arm and a few scrapes were attended by the museum’s staff. On our return trip to the school, my husband couldn’t hold his temper any longer – the fuse had been lit.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!