Choosing his favorite comfy sweater, Jules’ customary feeling of being ungainly was just another prelude to the approaching Thanksgiving holiday. Why he could not achieve that particular ataraxia his siblings had, he didn’t fully understand. Jules thought his childhood memories were pleasant, and he maintained a relationship with his parents; however each autumn, the anxiety began. He packed his bag with an uneasy reluctance.
Eternal to me means forever, or unending, and the most important of all is love. Love comes in many forms, not just a demonstration with a kiss or hug, but endurance by being closeby as in family. Every family has a crisis once in a while, regrettable remarks, etc, but the love never ends, it is eternal.
I never liked coffee as a drink until a few years ago. Growing up it was a staple in my family, they loved it black and that is probably why I never liked it. The first time I tried it was at a drive-in movie with my girlfriend. It was so cold we went to the concession stand for cocoa but they were out, so coffee was the only choice. I added milk and sugar but still hated it. It always tasted watered down. Then someone took me to Starbucks about four years ago and YUM!😂 I think sugar is the key🙄😳.
1. Caramel latte made from my own espresso machine
WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY! Lisa – The Versesmith, selected the image this week. Remember, we can see what’s in the photo, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t describe what you see in the image. Think about the colors, the type of flower (aster) and the butterfly. Use your third eye to see beyond the photo, then write your poem.***
It was a dream come true, or at least she had hoped it would be. Castles, mountains, forests, all the magical ingredients found in books would now be a reality. She had decided to try the new teleportation device advertised in SCIENCE WEEKLY.
Cathy was an avid reader and her imagination had built up a place of overwhelming beauty. The reality was not really a disappointment, rather a skewed version of her dream. Everything seemed a bit peaked, stiff and uninviting now that she was actually here. She should have known better when she landed in the middle of the canal!
We had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but…
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We had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but as most quickly made plans, it failed. The main reason was the bystanders who were agog at the sight of an accident involving high speed. The bridge was closed and surrounding traffic had been diverted. Even though the scene was bloody, it seemed the crowd continued to stare, to satiate their morbid curiosity.
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