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Introspection on fermentation
Sauerkraut making a combination
Of cabbage, vinegar, and more
No chlorination used in this chore
From Chinese roots of preservation
With cabbages stored in rice wine
Then the Tartars thought it divine
Using cabbage in a salt brine
Germans named it sauerkraut
Liked on ships at sea, stored without
Any needed refrigeration
A healthy fare with vitamin C
Preventing sailor’s’ getting scurvy
If all is told, benefits can cause gas
Some excommunication when lit’s passed.
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One-Liner Wednesday – That second one …
Morning begins in the dark now, autumn gray is here
I crawl, then pull myself up til my head is clear
Make sure I’m awake
So no falls I take
And sit in my lovely chair
I mock it daily without care
Wishing I’d walk instead
But that’s old news
You’ve heard my views
Really is nothing to dread
As far as the window, it’s covered with blinds
Only the living room has a view
I say view in a practical sense
A parking lot and sidewalk cement
But my patio has a few
Potted plants I employ
A beauty providing joy
In my remembered thoughts
Autumn splendor to spot
The childhood trees rapport
As I’m wishing for more.
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W3 Prompt #127: Wea’ve Written Weekly
An interesting question, but think I’ll pass. These days most people let you know what they’re thinking, loudly😂
My kids, grandkids, great granddaughter, hands down!
Most shows I like to watch I would not want to live in. I like military, war accounts, GoT😳, historical, no thanks I’m too spoiled in my modern era.
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Get to Know You #37
After the donkey incident, Charlie decided to offer better bribes than a carrot. Animals were not supposed to be inside the hotel, and the ripped gown was a small hiccup in Charlie’s new plan. As cow shadows appeared on the bedroom window, the hazing club ran to their own rooms.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The wind is constant and cold
Honeysuckle vines are torn
Brushing the blooms, so bold
The wind is constant and cold
Fading blossoms now fold
Summer’s flowers, forlorn
The wind is constant and cold
Honeysuckle vines are torn.
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When cool autumn breezes arrive
Wind and temperatures cold
Bright summer buds don’t survive
When cool autumn breezes arrive
Flowering vines heat deprived
Yellowed leaves cannot hold
When cool autumn breezes arrive
Wind and temperatures cold.
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Chilled gusts change autumn trees
Only evergreen needles remain
Maples are losing their leaves
Chilled gusts change autumn trees
Leaves fade, curl up in a freeze
Drop, and be sustenance on the plain
Chilled gusts change autumn trees
Only evergreen needles remain.
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MTB: Counting to Three
This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
Suzanne was flipping through her mother’s family photo albums when she saw that all of the snapshots were of a past she didn’t know anything about. She decided to confront her mother with a question about it. Suzanne’s mother grabbed the album and asked where did she get it? “It was in an old box in the attic. I was looking for my old school uniform for Sandy to wear for Halloween.”
“You shouldn’t be looking in the attic for anything. All of your things are in the basement.”
Suzanne was shocked at her mother’s response and decided to ask her father when he arrived, just what was going on. Suzanne and her daughter Sandy were just visiting for the weekend and she was not going to look around in the attic anymore. Not wanting to start anything serious, she took Sandy to the basement and did find the uniform. It was getting late and being a Sunday, Suzanne felt it was best to just go home. Later that week, she called her father and he explained. Apparently the album was a secret for the children she knew as siblings, including herself. Her mother had been previously married and didn’t want her present family to know.
Suzanne decided to leave the entire thing alone since it greatly upset her mother.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #169
Veritas became distressed
Her cloud below seemed obsessed
With complicated rhetoric
It rained down lies so thick
Into the political field
Providing lies unrevealed
Debate with truth never seen
What of this farce can we glean?
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4 October 2024
I really don’t think I’m haunted
A ghost certainly not wanted
Yes I’ve had lonely times
I hear the hands of a clock chime
My couch is empty, so is my bed
But evenings I no longer dread
It’s cloudy days and grayish morns
When harvest time the field adorns
It’s hard to rise without the sun
Something I count on when sleep is done
But a ghost? I think not for me
Unless it’s my love coming to me
And then how would I survive
When he returns and I’m still alive
A conundrum for the wise souls
Who know how fate is doled.
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Poetics: Haunted Harvest
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