Symptoms of Love

The girl:
The glance, the giggle

The walking wiggle

The wink so pert

This is a flirt.

 
The boy:
Attraction at first sight

Wanting, with all his might

A return or acknowledgement

That he thinks she’s heaven sent

 

 

Love at this teen age

Is different for a sage

Less obvious and more discreet

First wanting just to meet.

Learned ways to romance

Years of practice make the dance.

 

 

Aging romance has a chance

No need to flirt or prance

Let your intended know

You’re ready for a show

Of affection, or just a friend

Whatever, with age, it doesn’t end.

 

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These fields of old, these shores of despair

forgotten dreams of ladies fair

waiting here for men in armored ships

to feel their kiss again on saddened lips

the weariness comes in waves

with remembrance of those days

of watching for the soldiered men

hoping for their sight again

sands of dreams for time gone by

makes for an empty lullaby.

  

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Photo-Fiction #81

Here he was again, thinking he would choose a new path for his life. How many times had he done this the past three years? Too many. It all seemed so easy at first, just a harmless flirtation. But over the past few years, the flirting, the humor, the cheeky innuendos, became serious. At times, too serious, so he quit, short and sweet, with “I’m done”. At least it seemed easy at the time. But then the loneliness would creep back in, a yearning for that response that seemed so satisfying; a sense of completeness.  

Every day life, morning drive to the office, mundane tasks at work, and coming home to a non welcoming family. It wasn’t just their fault. It was everyone’s fault. Routine had taken its task in this family. Dinner, sitting in front of the television, each on their own electronic device. It had become an arrangement of discomfiture, each seeking satisfaction and comfort elsewhere. He was no exception. He could be anyone, say anything, and there was always someone eager to respond. 

What he didn’t realize was there was always another in that space. And when he came upon this person, there was an instant attraction. He described it as a lightning bolt and the love affair was on. Each in their hidden responses, satisfying loneliness in every way possible via a digital affair. It sounds distasteful now, he thought. But that’s what it was. He ended it a few times, but she was always lonely, available, and he took advantage of that.

Now here he was again. Having to make the decision of stopping or continuing. He felt they were in love, but they had not ever met. Could he leave his family and pursue this relationship? It was a decision to be made again.

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Song a Day Challenge, Day 3

I grew up listening to all kinds of music.  I took piano lessons and mom taught me how to play a little on the organ.  I loved the fact you pushed pedals with your feet.  I can imagine how I’d do at that today!😂😱. So my pick for today is a song I learned to play (most of it) a million years ago, Liebestraum composed by Franz Liszt, 1811-1866 near Hungary.

“This particular piece written by Franz was published in 1850 and written while he was in Weimar. The word Liebestraum refers to a three set piano works and also “dream of love”. Liebestraum is one of Franz’s slower meaningful romance pieces. Liszt composed this piece in hopes of attracting but, also giving the public a sense of adoration.”

“Choosing a piece for this period was difficult only until coming across this piece. Listening to the song for not even a minute seemed to be very gentle and calming which gave of a certain feeling that is hard to describe. The amount of passion and emotion that was heard for the first time was immense. Listening to the whole piece, one can truly see how enthusiastic Franz was about his music and how he loved to incorporate his own strong feelings in his songs.”

 

My two nominations for today are:  cyranny.wordpress.com and judydystrabrown.com


The rules are: Post a different song quote for five consecutive days.

                             Post what the song quote means to you (optional).

                             Post the song that the quote is from.

                             Nominate two different bloggers every day of the challenge.

 
Credit for this information: classical music, romantic period,  YouTube:

This site is sponsored by students at the University of Wisconsin-Rock County. Questions can be directed to Bryson Mortensen at bryson.mortensen@uwc.edu

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Tale Weaver #10-Sight

“Your eyes are beautiful, so colorful.  But I really can’t see a problem.  How long have you been seeing these apparitions?”  The optometrist was almost mesmerized by her beauty.  Not just her eyes, but everything about her gave him a very warm feeling.  He stood up and put away the instruments.

“I told you, about two months.  Ever since my husband passed away, I’ve been seeing, like white clouds,  out of the corner of my eye.  I thought it was just tiredness because I haven’t been sleeping well.  But it’s not stopping, I see it day and night now.  Surely there’s a problem.  Can’t you find anything?”

She sounded so desperate, he almost wished there was something wrong.  He felt the need to help her, for many reasons, but how?  These images must be a figment of her imagination, surely, just stress over her husband’s death.  He did have a medical degree, but was not a psychologist.  However, he wanted to help.

“I don’t see anything physically wrong with your eyes.  But tell me more about those images you’re seeing.”  This conversation led to a chance meeting at the local Starbucks coffee shop, where he spent a few hours intently listening to her.  He wanted to help, of course, but more than that, he wanted a relationship with her.  The coffee talks became a usual thing until she offered to fix dinner for him one evening.  She trusted that he was a good friend now, and looked forward to his company.

After a few months of meeting for coffee and dinners at each other’s homes, he felt she was ready for him to propose something more permanent.  Gathering up all of his courage and expectations, he prepared a casual dinner.  As she walked in, he could feel his attraction grow.  He sat her down at the table and softly, quickly, kissed her cheek.  She blushed and as they ate dinner, their eyes were constantly focused on each other.  After dinner they were sitting together listening to music.  He decided the time was right.  He turned and took her in his arms.

“I’ve felt this way ever since I saw those beautiful eyes.  I’ve waited to tell you I think I’m in love with you.”  She looked at him, then past him, and suddenly screamed.  He followed her eyes, and as she collapsed, he saw a white cloud like apparition moving toward them.

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Three Line Tales, Week 60


“Today’s special? Hmmmn I can taste it now!” He licked his lips over his long teeth. ” Fresh, bloody, and delicious.”

The butcher at this establishment was not only old, he was ancient. He had been “supplying” his bloodthirsty friends for well over a thousand years. Other butcher shops come and go, but Henri’s always provided what was necessary. They all needed each other to survive. It was their way, stay close, in groups, protect the clan.

“I have a treat for you” the butcher declared. “Fresh from the sea. Last night there was an unfortunate accident and a boat overturned.

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Word Prompt-42 Potion

Your mind is flooded with emotion

Thought you earned that promotion

Or that love and devotion

Turned out it was corrosion

Made you consider poison

Or turn into a nicotian

Is this a proper notion?

Won’t soothe your heart like a lotion

What’s needed is a forward motion

To stop your mind’s demotion.

Is there a happiness type of potion?

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