The Bag Lady

Joe and his mother Elaine May

Loved to celebrate holidays

It was Christmas time

The slick snow was prime

Got horses and jumped in the sleigh.

Laughing Along With A Limerick

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What do you see # 319- 15th December 2025

Couples

Hands together

Envy what used to be

Life’s ups and downs and loving them

It’s fate?

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Cinquain Poetry Prompt 30: ENVY is your inspiration.

Now’s the the time of year. It seems appropriate to channel a time of thanksgiving and love thy neighbor. More than helping someone cross the street safely, but to take just a moment. A minute to ask. Do you need help? Is there anything I could do?

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

My heart started to swell as I saw the sticky strips of rusty chain sway as the steam engine removed grime and shiny gear emerged. It was almost dizzying to watch the rust and grime sweep away onto the ground. Every hook and link looked like new. “You look like you’re in shock, Joe! I knew it could be restored but it was hard to convince the committee.”

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https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

The old house, with its wildly, overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. That’s why he loved it and visited every time he could. He did not want to change anything about it. He had grown up in this house. His grandparents lived there also and spoiled him, of course. When he stepped in the front door, memories flooded into his mind. Most of them were good memories but as every child has their version of life, so did his parents. His parents never came after this house was sold. What they didn’t realize was that he had bought the house and they were welcome to come anytime but their memories were not as great as his. Both sets of grandparents lived with them and also died there, and I think that was the main reason they didn’t want to go back. His memories, however, as a child did not include the sorrow that his parents felt. He shut the door and locked it. Then, as he started his car, he took a long look. He knew that he would come back.

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Fandango’s Story Starter #225

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“Going to be naughty?” Susan queried, moving closer to him on the couch. Her eyes were a green sparkle he loved. “Got a stocking?”, looking to one hung on the chimney.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

This week, a friend of mine graciously allowed me to use a scene he captured. Enjoy the snowy landscape prominently featuring a few tree branches laden down with the white stuff. Apropos of this time of the year!

Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that a traditional haiku describes nature or a season, while a senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.

Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.

Here is a wrap-up of last week’s prompt. I appreciate each of you for sharing your thoughts!

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delightful nature

watch your clomping, stepping feet

no crushing allowed

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nature makes it so

here a tiny branch covered

evening beauty

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SenHai Saturday #30

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Weekend Writing Prompt #446 – Implant

He sits alone

Now the dreamer’s dream is gone

Her photo hangs above on

An otherwise empty wall

Because she was the “only”

The only everything in his life

All dreams he had are done.

One more hour he tells himself

Just one more hour and then I’ll rise

I’ll rise and search again

I’ll find a new dream.

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Thursday Inspiration #310 Oh Sherrie