The Bag Lady

It said please excuse me madam

I’m a secret gift from Adam

I’m shiny red

The apple said

Intended as Adam’s stratum

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https://wordpress.com/reader/feeds/142397178/posts/5958108420

Petals dipping slightly from the weight of rain drops

Mother nature’s gift to the youngsters, bravely budding out on semi sturdy stems

Spring rains the nourishment required for vulnerable juveniles in the garden

Soil is dark and drenched, but holds the branching roots stable

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http://dversepoets.com/2026/02/09/quadrille-241-swearing-by-all-flowers/

Five o’clock was today’s get up time, too early, still dark, cold!

My plans for today are to monitor my daughter who is in surgery for her gallbladder. Just found out all went well.

Are you kidding? 2026 has started and will probably remain in history as the most blatant demented American state.

I will probably make tuna salad for my meal today:

White albacore tuna packed in water, drained and doused with fresh lemon juice

Chopped celery, onion, sweet relish, mayo, mustard

And today would be my mother’s birthday, born in 1906.

Gratitude is my daughter’s successful surgery.

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Share Your World 9th February

Pride in my country

Let me think

Umm, at the moment?

The country’s government leadership? NO! This is a farce, a betrayal, a crime against us as American citizens.

The citizens who protest peacefully, stand by their neighbors in freezing temperatures, protecting families, oh my god, yes!

http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2026/02/08/sunday-poser-272-pride-in-your-country/

I have no wings to lift him from this chaos

As I stretch my arms with a cringe

I breathe in pieces of hardship

A scene between dreaming and the real world

Peeking through cracks of a closet door

Shuttered by fear beneath the stairs

His mind starts to spin, split between similarities

Of a video game and what he sees through the cranny

He hesitates to open the door further

Hiding from the reality, realizing now, it’s no game.

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Wordle 743

Dwarfed by blueberry orbs and shiny leaves, a quiet red intruder attains nourishment.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #072

liquid circles

colored leaves floating

autumn sign

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frigid water swirls

mini whirlpools capturing

autumn leaves adrift

strewn color varieties

winter is not far away

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SenHai Saturday #38

How’s your mood, you under the hood
Your mask is slipping, reputation flipping
How long do you think
You can stand on this brink
Violence gripping

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Weekend Writing Prompt #454 – Mood

https://mymindmappings.com/

I don’t think I like this chapter

The pages I try to read

The words come too fast

Stop this turning, I plead

But they keep rolling

The story’s on repeat

I try to stop it, digging in my feet

It has my jacket

Pulling at the seams

The book is out of control

Tearing at the dreams

Women, men and children

Falling left and right

Put it back on the shelf

Even in a novel, a terrible sight

I close the ugly tome

I need a fairytale

To remind myself

There is a dream, even a fantasy

That will come true in the end

Until the chapters are rewritten

No reading time I’ll spend.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 7, 2026