The Bag Lady

Well I’m sitting here looking at this iPad

My chosen form of paper now, in some ways sad…

I write lists on my phone where I keep notes

I have legal sized paper on a lined pad for quotes

I used to have handwriting, very neat indeed

Now I write things even I can’t read!

Electronic messaging does have its perks

It’s easy to dismiss any jerks

But then I sigh as I think of the trees

Cut down to provide paper needs.

“Paper” stores used to be a favorite haunt

Now I feel it’s a guilty taunt.

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Don’t get me started on loving the smell of new books🤫

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 6, 2024

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Thank you Kevin!

No Theme Thursday: 07.04.24

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Thanks again Kevin, wonderful images!

No Theme Thursday: 07.04.24

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 5th

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Ovi Poetry Challenge 55: JOY is your inspiration.

I choose number six because I haven’t thought about this for a long time! We were in Glenwood Springs, Colorado with a neighbor and her family. We went river rafting. Unfortunately our raft’s guide/driver was inexperienced. My youngest went into the neighbor’s boat because she was heavier and we thought my daughter would do well being anchored in the center of that raft with her.

My husband and I and our boys were in another raft. The guide went over rapids and we were all sitting on the edges, paddling. My husband popped off first, me second and the boys scrambled into the center and stayed in the raft. They had given us instructions in case we fell out. I saw my husband rapidly heading towards a river pylon and hit it. I was trying to get to the side as we were told and trying to avoid this huge rock. I hit the rock, broke my glasses but drifted further and finally got to calmer water and shore. Of course it was the wrong side. A more experienced raft guide jumped in to the calmer water there and took me over to the other side. If I ever go rafting again, which is unlikely, I’ll check on the guide’s experience. Needless to say we were soaked!

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for July 4, 2024

“I see headlights” were his last words. His mama always told him never to walk in the middle of the road, but did he listen? No! Never again will he ignore her advice, and I mean never! Now he’s laying in this makeshift bed he can’t get out of and it’s cold and there’s no music!

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I choose number nine😉

How to Play Along (With Guidelines)

Writing Prompts

Posted on July 3, 2024 by Esther Chilton

This week’s writing prompt is:

WORK

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Writing Prompts

The old man shuffled along the broken pavement. Muttering to himself this was another reason he abhorred the city. “Sidewalks everywhere…give me a dusty dirt road any day, a green edged path, anything but this constant cement. It’s hard on your feet, and stains never wash off. Give me a hard rain that cleans the soil and refreshes with a scent of nature, trees and plants. I need to go back to my life as a hermit in the country.”

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It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!

blue feather

lost on its journey

caught and held

breeze will set it free

journey then allowed

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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Feathery blues