Caroling
Songs of the season
Church choirs
A child’s voice
Drifting on crisp cold breezes
Seasonal rejoice
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Kigo word: caroling
24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 13, 12/19/23, Part I, Winter Solstice (December 21 – January 4) Touji 冬至
Puzzle This – Saturday Mix, 16 December 2023
This is the first day I have not pumped my body full of drugs trying to feel better, actually ate some food, but my head doesn’t want me looking at much, so basically —BORING! I’m hoping to feel well enough tomorrow to wrap a few things, but the kids below (six of eight) are older now and it’s easier. Wishing you well❤️💚🕊️
Sorry to be out of the loop and I’m not even putting up any holiday decorations which is a first for me. I’ve been ill and it’s taking me a long time and a few docs to find what is wrong, and more medicine to fight it. But it’s going down!💪🏻
The final symptom is somehow my right arm, neck and shoulder feel like a pulled muscle which makes doing anything painful. And I found out you can go six days only sipping water and live—you just don’t feel like you are😄.
Last doc on Wednesday with new antibiotics seems to be helping but I can’t think of using an aching head to read/write anything. Maybe this weekend?
💚❤️Happy holidays to all!
5-7-2018
I felt like an old piece of driftwood, a nene floating on the surf in abandon, waves clutching at the overused edges of my mind. Hawaii’s orange sunset glow didn’t touch the chill I felt, will always feel, with loss of her presence.
I tried to pose a confident swagger, but have no propinquity of that persona. I was trying to impress her of course, but that all failed as I walked nearer her. The bikini, barely there, only covering a small portion of well rounded breasts, and her skin, a smooth dark chocolate brown that made your mouth start to water. She was a vision of temptation and as I passed by, a scent of coconut oil emanated from her, furthering my appetite.
I would say I was quickly and completely mesmerized by her brief presence, almost bewitched. I made my way down to the sand and set up my blanket and chair, thermos of cold tea, and tried to do what I intended from the start–relax, forget all worldly things for a few days, and get myself sorted out. Of course that was never going to be accomplished now.
Her vision penetrated my mind as a sempiternal dream, escalating into obsession. I could not stop thinking about her, how it would be to envelop her in my arms and taste that chocolate skin. That evening I found myself searching the local establishments, desperate to see her again. I asked around, with no luck. After a fitful attempt at sleep I decided to peruse the boardwalk again, hoping to see her again, only this time, I would not just pass by.
It was Saturday and the walk was busier, crowded, but I did not give up. It was almost as if I was under a spell, I had to see her again. As I was about to take my gear back down to the beach, I caught a glimpse of her. She was walking towards me. I was frozen, unsure of what to do, how to approach her. I couldn’t just blurt out how I felt, how much I wanted her, to touch her, devour her. It didn’t occur to me that possibly she felt the attraction, that she might be looking for me, but she smiled when she saw me, and seemed to slow her pace. I put the gear down and walked unsteadily in her direction. I had no idea what I was going to say or do, but I was going to do something.
She was wearing a long multicolored scarf, covering her shoulders and flowing over those beautiful hidden parts under her bikini, and as she neared, it fell to the walk. I nearly lost my footing as I scooped it up. She turned to face me. Did she drop it on purpose? This is how a besotted mind works: she dropped it intentionally for a chance to stop and meet me.
My dreamed vision suddenly dimmed as she looked at me, crushing me with a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing? Give that back to me!” My imagined delight of meeting her dissolved into a salty puddle as she grabbed the scarf, turned and walked away. The chocolate left a bitter and sugarless taste in my mouth as I picked up my gear and walked down to the sand. Slumping into the beach chair, I motioned for the cabana boy to bring me a double.
http://fivedotoh.com/2023/12/08/fandangos-flashback-friday-december-8th/
Purging a memory to some may seem pleasant
For myself then, why choose to descend
Into the abyss of unforgotten encounters
My recollections are not so numerous
Hidden away in a chest of old words
Taken out briefly like some potent herbs
That flavor too strongly my dreams or wishes
Ending up in too saporous dishes
Enjoyed for the minute and regretted later
Easing too easily into the cater
Of lamentation, sorrow or grief
The words’ impact cause no relief
But disrupt the present norm
One it is too late to reform
I won’t take the time or the chance
To relive those moments of a wished loving dance
It is too painful, hard to accept
In ways of love, completely inept
Romance expected and never lived
Notions of what I wanted to give
Words stored in the chest I didn’t receive
Only in dreams now conceived— I don’t want to open that book, but let him look.
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W3 Prompt #84: Wea’ve Written Weekly
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Photo Challenge #493
I have to admit my heart wasn’t in it
After they decided there was a limit
After all it’s the holidays!
Everyone displays their wicked ways
I had to put away my costume and tricks
Decided to be the boring old Saint Nick.
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https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2023/12/03/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-291/
A short tale shall be had, of pretensed happiness of trial and success. The echo of sorrow began to tire as the weird tale so dire was presented at the village court based on the reply of a false death report. Why the wording had been misconstrued was yet to be found and continued to elude, the judge, who decided to rule failing to find facts presented true.
MLMM Wordle #350
http://christinebialczak.com/2023/12/05/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-12-05-2023/
The Bag Lady 
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