Silent silvers shine
Reflective tears burn my eyes
Holding heavy hearts of memory
Only one missing from the three
Gazing upon the water, now, my child and me.
https://scvincent.com/2020/07/16/thursday-photo-prompt-glisten-writephoto/
FOWC: Nearly
Sometimes my sense of humor doesn’t jive with others. An example of that is the post I put on yesterday with a clip from a well known movie with Monty Python. MP is one of those “you either love them or hate them” groups, but we have always loved them.
The night before with no sleep and after rising, coffee and shower, much better. So as ever, a line just pops into my head and I share it.
Then last night not sleeping again, thought, that was probably an insensitive clip considering the news every day. So my apologies to anyone offended.
I nearly always find myself struggling with appropriateness while trying to bring humor, but it isn’t the first time, won’t be the last, I’m sure.
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What Day is it Anyway?
It is Wednesday and another night of no sleep. I finally turned the light back on at 2:30 and did some crossword puzzles. At 7:00 I got up had coffee and showered.
Going through some old recipes I printed out years ago found two important papers I’ve been looking for since 2013. In a bunch of papers stuffed in a cookbook! With the way my brain has been since that year, I’m not actually surprised. . .but
I’m feeling much better now.
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FFFC#74
Step carefully please
The future may be dark, deep
A warning I say
Not to keep you from your quest
Only to tread with caution
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/07/13/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-74/
Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
Think fortunate thoughts
Stay on the positive side
Benefiting self
The world may seem to be cursed
Remedy with attitude
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One Liner Wednesday
Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt 7-14-20
Nature’s finger rules
Warning from planet‘s teacher
Learn from your mistakes
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MLMM Photo Challenge 7-14-20
He didn’t know why he kept them. The roses faded and dry, and the bottle contents surely spoiled by now, but he couldn’t throw them away. Seeing them on her bureau every night was both a lovely reminder and a searing pain of guilt. He missed her so much and the regrets sometimes overwhelmed him. The tears of remorse he shed were no consolation. He bent to sniff the roses once more, opened the perfume and the memories washed over him, again.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/photo-challenge-323/#like-20289
Jacob Collier x 4
NPR Tiny Desk Concerts are inside looks at performers and this one is especially fun. I can’t decide if I like the second or third song best. What do you think? I hope you enjoy it.
https://www.npr.org/2020/07/09/888764856/jacob-collier-tiny-desk-home-concert?jwsource=cl
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Waste of Youth
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Sitting in the doorway, mother by her side
Evicted by authority
Now they have no place to hide
Small dirty belongings surround them
All that they could grab
Before forcibly removed from what they used to have
This is her future and her past
No childhood dreams of a ballet dance
She’s nine years old and she never had a chance.
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https://godoggocafe.com/2020/07/14/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-tuesday-july-14-2020/
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