W3 – Robert Frost

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black”

I spied a crow with a broken wing
Desperately trying to speak or sing
I lifted it carefully in my hand
Its vibrant feathers now dull and bland
A gasping breath, a whispered sound
And then it was gone, heaven bound
I lay it back on the ground
Made leaves a solemn wreath surround.

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W3 Prompt #126: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Cooking?

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I have a dilemma, found it’s not wise

Relying on old tired eyes

The recipe called for only one dash

After eating, I now have a rash

The peppers too hot

And so I got

Welts on my face

And look a disgrace

The dilemma is this

I hate to admit

I read it wrong

It’s a weary song

I need a cook

Cause I can’t read the book

Properly when making a meal

Cooking has lost its appeal

As time passes

I need new glasses

Or a live in chef!

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Writing Prompts

Fandango’s Story Starter

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

He sat her down and held her close before telling her the terrible news. “Now stay calm Eliza, this will be painful, I know, but I’m right here, here just for you, my darling.” This was not the first time James had to tell Elizabeth bad news such as this and not the first time he felt literal painful repercussions from it. However, he steeled himself, and continued, “Bergdorf‘s just announced they are completely sold out of the latest Jimmy Choo’s”. James regretted secretly reading Vogue, but it kept Elizabeth out of the public’s eye when she received this type of news.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #168

MLMM Photo Challenge

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Climate Change

It’s too late now, they’ve taken to acts of revenge. I wouldn’t just step out with bare feet on my grassy lawn after the sprinklers were on, you might get a shock! And I’m not talking about your brain freeze as you see thousands of electric wormlike creatures gravitating towards your porch steps…notice how they ignore the trees and natural creatures? Yes my friend, they are coming straight for you. Better get on those rubber flip flops asap!

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Photo Challenge #534

dVerse Poets

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There must be gods somewhere

Providing such a beauty fare

All manner of colors and hues

From maples, oaks, oh I can’t choose

The most beautiful of autumn’s trees

Brilliance before losing leaves

They fall to ground to ease

Soil for another season, please

Loving delicate crunchy, curly, bits

Providing nourishment for spring, it fits

Because every season prepares for the next

Mother nature’s plan not perplexed

She has been around

Knows her ground

And all seasons’ grace abounds.

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Poetics: Fall (in) love