Time

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Jim Croce sang it best I think, “if I could put time in a bottle”…how many of us have wished that at one time? Or many? Personally I can think of many now, but a few months ago I was asked if I could relive one moment from my past what would it be? I answered none. That’s the mood I’ve been in the last few months. Not really a bad mood but not my usual funny self. I think my humor is drifting to the dark side…ooooo! Here is the man himself:

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Writing Prompts

Some days are like that…

I feel like I want this car, want to speed down a highway that goes where, well I don’t really care where. Maybe I just want to get into this car and drive until the road ends. The endless road behind me I hope stretches for miles ahead.

Super highway

Colors whiz by

Fuel endless

Radio blaring

No passengers

The trip of a lifetime

Or

My lifetime trip.

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No Theme Thursday: 07.11.24

Tanka Tuesday

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Seox Hexastitch (3,7,6,5,4,3)

Smouldering

Steam rises from the sidewalk

Children bask in water

Fireplug sprays cool

Dance in waters

Heat relief

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Quatrain (4 lines, ABAB)

sunset colors glow

moonbeams lose sharpness

flowers bowing low

midsummer darkness

Shardoma (3,5,3,3,7,5)

humming drone

cutting the grass time

lawn duty

teenage job

sit back and enjoy wafting

soft new mown grass scent

24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 43, 7/16/24, Part II: Growing Heat 小暑(Shousho)

Fandango’s Story Starter

“This must be misplaced. It’s not for sale” and the man grabbed the book from Jeremy. The tome was leather bound and worn at the edges. It resembled a diary and had a leather strap and lock. The owner of the store quickly placed the book under the counter and stood there making sure the book was safe.

Jeremy was mystified and asked the man if it belonged to a relative of his. The older man looked Jeremy in the eye and admitted yes, it belonged to his grandfather. “Then why was it out here in the store?”

The proprietor leaned in to Jeremy and said, “it often places itself out here.”

“What?”

“Yes, you see my grandfather’s ghost lives here and I think he wants people to read his adventures”.
Jeremy turned and quickly walked out of the establishment, never to return.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #158

The Writer’s Workshop

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I can’t seem to win for losing

My life happens with no choosing

Just when I think it’s done

In the mail comes another one

My advice – don’t let your body break

Medical bills your life will take

Bills upon bills from every venue

A two minute look and they think they own you

Careless attitudes with no actual hands on care

They bill you even if they weren’t there!

Some people have extra high cost insurance

Even then, policies provide no assurance

And now when the government’s on the fence

We’ll probably be spending even more dollars and cents.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for July 18, 2024

dVerse Poets Prosery

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Grandma was the wise one in the family. Her life had been one great adventure, and she had wonderful tales to inspire for all of her younger family. Many a time a story of hers would influence one of the young people, and her ideas would only come across as a narrative, not a sentence of advice. Her own children had often sat at her knee and listened as she enjoyed a cup of tea, wisely knowing, “every day unfurls as it must”.
–from Oolong, by Adrienne Su

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dVerse — Prosery — Life in a Cup of Tea