Beneath the surface of the night
Disturbing thoughts are revealed
Daily sunny humor fades
Reality looms in the darkness
Sleepless while words and thoughts previously hidden
Show themselves in vivid color.
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https://godoggocafe.com/2020/08/04/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-4-2020/
August is a time to rest
Nature’s works of summer are complete
Each seedling raised to flower
Every tree full of fruit
All berry bushes laden
August is the time to revel in her work.
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https://amanpan.com/2020/08/03/eugis-weekly-prompt-august-august-3-2020/
Lying underneath evanescent stars, he spoke softly, bringing more weight to his words. “I want to be forever in your arms, lost in hours with no break in your attention, and I could not sketch a more satisfying and lovely scene.”
With his acceptance of my verecund nature, I suddenly realized the patient faith to find my one desire was captured in that sentence. I no longer had an obfuscate picture of what I dreamed of, he was here, solider.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/08/03/wordle-200-2/#like-20382
If you didn’t catch it this weekend, “Ice Station Zebra” is an oldie but goodie. Just remember this was made in 1968, 42 years ago, the history of that era, and the cinematic quality at the time.
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A new set of knives, just what the doctor ordered, or so I thought. The famous German name printed on each blade was a guarantee they would last the rest of my life.
The twisted truth is that my hands have to see what my eyes fail to and a sharp blade helps. I could glue reading glasses to my nose and still couldn’t get low enough to discern meat from bone. I enjoy a good steak or thick pork chop, bone in preferred, and a good knife to cut small enough pieces for aged teeth to chew.
Anxious to use the new cutlery, I was probably a bit too excited, almost dismembering my left pinkie altogether, sadly watching it bleed while the red flowed over my perfectly pan-seared porterhouse.
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A funny thing happened on the way to the laundry. As I woke this morning I felt an unusual surge of energy and proceeded to gather up clothing, bedsheets, and a few pillow covers from the settee. I seemed almost driven by the task and my arms were overloaded by the time I reached the laundry room door.
I was in the hallway about to step into the laundry room, when I noticed a cute picture of my granddaughter was hanging askew. For some reason I still can’t figure out, I dropped the laundry only a foot away from its destination and straightened the photo frame on the wall. I bent to retrieve the clothing on the floor and glanced to the frame and there it was, hanging sideways again.
Dropping the laundry once more as I seemed obsessed with straightening the photo, this time I hesitated a few seconds before picking up the laundry. The frame moved back to its tilted position. A feeling of weird panic started to creep up my neck. Was this a sign, do I need to heed some sort of warning, or was it just a faulty nail holding the frame?
I decided to ignore it, put half the load into the washer and stepped back to the hallway. I couldn’t help trying to rehang it correctly. This time the frame immediately went off center. Panic overwhelmed me. I ran to my phone and called my daughter. “Is everything okay? Is Helene safe? I had this. . .”
“Mom, stop! Helene was in an accident. I haven’t had time to call, but I think you need to come to the hospital. . .now!”
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Engraving my life
From smooth ivory clay
Pulled, scratched, grabbed, by your hand
You mold me into your vision.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/28/photo-challenge-325/
I always need something to look forward to, keeps me level, well at least as level as I’m ever gonna get🙄🤪.
Today I’m feeling claustrophobic in my home, being respectful of the medical community wishes to keep us safe, while the honcho in charge of our country heeds the words of a renown medical charlatan.
Distractions such as writing, which always soothes my mind– now doesn’t really–as my thoughts turn to what’s going on and how frustrating it is not being able to help in some way.
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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/02/respectful/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/08/02/rdp-sunday-honcho/
My blog lacks pizazz
Has many interceding ads
Guess that’s the price I pay
For a “free” site they say
Today is another in a mass of blur
Nothing new as they pass by in a whirr
Probably that’s for the best
While locked in my feathered nest.
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