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One-Liner Wednesday – Taking bunny pics

It only takes just a few words

Encouragement is to be heard

A child will thrive if not demurred

And grow to be mindful and aware.

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Ovi Poetry Challenge 47: THRIVE is your inspiration.

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

She held out her arms to hug me, but I knew this wasn’t my house — and she definitely wasn’t my wife. It was the skin color which was a turn on I admit, but purple has always been my favorite color. Then having six arms was a bit daunting, but hey, those six arms started holding me in interesting places… “Uh, who are you and where is my wife?”

“Right here darling. I went to the new spa on tenth street and got a makeover. It’s the latest thing in this new town on this planet, Valentina. Do you like it?” Then his wife started caressing him with those lovely purple arms and he thought, all is well that ends well.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #148

“Will you stop singing that song? Just because it’s my name, and rhymes with Dude, look at us! We’re dying here, and when the next big wind comes up we’re gone! Save me the “we need to go propagate to save our species speech…people hate us, try to dig us up and even poison us!”

Dude just keeps humming the song, then says, “think of all the little yellow blooms we’ll make”, trying to ease Jude’s mind. Dude sees a few bushes nearby starting to move in the breeze. He knows the end is coming and starts singing louder.

Thank you to Dan for permission to use his photo.

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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 33, 5/7/24, Part I, The Beginning of Summer, (May 5 – 19) Rikka 立夏

Please choose one (or more) of the following and weave words into poetry. I chose: Find or create an image and write an ekphrastic poem about pilgrimage, wandering, or walkabout to it.

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A fresh innocent mind

Reading always on his mind

Wandering in and out of time

Adventures on the library’s dime

Thinking every trip is sublime

Possibly a mountain climb

Or tea party with characters from a book

Where the Queen of Hearts gives him a look

Frightening as she calls out a guest

“Off with his head” but it’s only a jest

The boy then wanders into a forest wood

Spies Friar Tuck and Robin Hood

Then gently slips into a tired swoon

In his bed with “Goodnight Moon”.

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dVerse Poetics — Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout

Since I have been home with not being able to put any weight on my left leg, I’ve realized how much I rely on two feet even though I can’t feel those feet and am in a wheelchair 24/7. That fact escapes some doctors and my current orthopedic doc who may be a great surgeon but does not take the time to know his non surgical patients. His parting words after telling the nurse to fit me with a “boot” were, “we’ll have you up and walking in no time”.

“So, you perform miracles” is what I should have said right then but he was too quick out the door. Amazing to me that any doctor goes into a room to see a patient and chooses not to know who he’s actually talking to. If he had known anything about me he would have seen a file that noted I’ve not been able to walk for 15+ years. My wheelchair is not just a charming accessory.

Even in rehab some nonfrequent PT people would say the same thing. It just makes you sad and frustrated as a patient. They seemed to expect my right leg to do all the work when that leg has also been asleep for many years. These people must think the wheelchair is something I “wear” occasionally.

Okay so that’s what’s bothering me and has been so, since I broke my leg on March 25. Enough on that.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for May 9, 2024

Here’s how to take part in Prosery:

–   Write a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.
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–   Link it up to our Mr. Linky.
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“Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly.” The old man spoke to his grandchildren in a hushed tone. They sat together on some driftwood available on the cold sand beach. The man looked nostalgically at the waves, seemingly mesmerized by their slow constant motion. The children were getting anxious to put their feet in the water but it was really too chilly yet. “Soon”, he told them. “When the cherry and apple blossoms fill the trees, it will be warm enough, but for today, let’s look for some unbroken shells floating in to the sand. Next time we’ll bring some bread for the gulls, there’s always something fun to do on the beach.” As the children spread out a bit, he glanced up again at the geese, hoping for a safe journey coming home.

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Prosery: Something Told the Wild Geese

Cellpic Sunday – The Museum of Illusions