The Bag Lady

Walking on a summer day, the words of poets come to play. Probably the most repeated are William Shakespeare’s, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day”. I do not have his talent, but I do love the scenes of the season. This sky being piqued in the beautiful blue with clouds puffy and white floating here and there, as if just passing through to turn gray in a thunderstorm, also prevalent in summer. Seagulls streaking, looking for fish or scraps on the bridge, where you hear creaking underfoot as you walk the bleached planking. It’s summertime at the shore.

***

7 August 2026

Instead of embracing our beautiful variety cornucopia, the government wants the same old white. The founding fathers came here with a varied history, wanting the freedom the “new world” would offer. Now, unfortunately times have changed.

Weekend Writing Prompt #480 – Cornucopia

cold summer landscapes

icy blue meets white mountains

a melting season

—

a climber’s dreamscape

the season you can explore

warm safer venue

***

SenHai Saturday #64

Number five:

I read the book “Project Hail Mary” and loved it. It was written by author Andy Weir, who also wrote “The Martian” so I knew it was going to be good. I’ll say this again, read the book! It’s so much better than the movie. “The Odyssey” is one movie I would love to see in the cinema. I’ve loved movies and films since childhood and this epic and how it’s filmed would be worth stripping my bank account!😂

***

This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – August 6, 2026

“Hey! I brought the coffee and chips, but they didn’t have eyebrow pencils. Guess it’s not a football game tradition at the 7-11!” Joe slumped down in front of the tv, shoes kicked off and socks flown astray.
Sara was concentrating on homework. “This maths assignment isn’t bad for your first college requirement. I took this three years ago and passed, no problem!” Joe turned on the tv, seeing the Lamborghini ad, thinking, someday… maybe.

***

Can You Tell A Story In…

Her big brother full of brawn

He thought her a brat

Did not get along

But when stuck up in a tree

She called with a yelp

To climb back down

She needed help

Siblings love and fight, sometimes don’t agree

Except when needing help from a big brown tree.

***

Three Things Challenge #MM508

Have you ever forgotten about something important, like an appointment or meeting? Maybe you’ve forgotten your keys in the car and needed to call a locksmith. Ever had a word on the tip of your tongue but couldn’t think of (remember) it? Perhaps there’s something or someone you’d rather forget.

For this week’s challenge, let’s write syllabic poetry about forgetting. Choose a syllabic form from the list, and incorporate something you forgot into your poem. Don’t forget: if you write a free verse poem, you must include a syllabic form with it!

***

Haibun:

I live in an apartment complex for fifty five and over adults. There are about half who are older or more disabled than me. The friend who once in a while I play cards with, turned ninety four last weekend. The funny thing was, the date is forever etched in my mind because my mom died on that date, 7-31, sixty years ago in fact. So maybe I was so fixed on her I forgot his birthday party.

a birthday

significant date

forgotten

***

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 75, Oops, I forgot! 8/5/26

One-Liner Wednesday – The kicker

****

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #098