The Bag Lady

“Look at that clock, it’s turning so fast, it actually creaks!” Everyone turned and saw no change in the minutes or hour. The second hand moved slowly as always. Joe stood rooted in one spot, his eyes glued to the clock. Suddenly the years displayed on the bottom of the wooden timepiece started to stir. No one but Joe acknowledged this. Then Joe’s voice started to echo through the room, but still everyone seemed oblivious. “Before this slips into another year going by, I think the loop will be stopped if you all just look at it!” It was then Joe heard footsteps behind him and everyone started laughing. Another successful New Year’s Eve prank on Joe.

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Wordle 731

Cozy

Coffee in hand

Warmth soothing, comfort felt

Or needing a boost, causing smiles

Tranquil

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American Cinquain, 2,4,6,8,2. 5 lines unrhymed

W3 Prompt #184: Wea’ve Written Weekly

solitude

quiet snowscape rests

dreaming land

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bright sunset reveals

dunes of sand stretching nearer

snow competing

both natural scenes’ beauty

striving for photographers

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SenHai Saturday #25

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https://rugby843.blog

Picking up a handful of sand, letting it drift on the cerulean waves, Sue wondered if that was a metaphor of her life, seemingly scattered everywhere, adrift by the wind. Nothing was happening correctly, in her troubled mind. Sue wanted order, an accomplished list to be proud of. Instead life with this new illness turned into chaos, with no future hope for control or order, like grains of sand drifting in the waves.. tree

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Weekend Writing Prompt #441 – Cerulean

time can be fleeting

turn around and the clock chimes

only memories

try to fill the empty heart

time is told in photographs

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Grandson then:

Grandson now:

A Tanka Prose in Honour of Cee. #1Day4Cee

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I was just looking through old posts for Fandango’s Friday Flashback and saw one that describes my best enjoyment:

multiple petals

wintry hued scented with musk

such autumn flowers

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 7th 2017, Chrysanthemums

Harry sat on his balcony, playing his violin, badly, of course. He never took more lessons after the kids at school found out and called him a wishywashy marshmallow. It was true enough, Harry thought. Maybe he should have tried the tuba! Never listed in the marching band roster, but did dress up as the school mascot, the Evergreen Eagle. They stopped ridiculing him then until the new football coach decided to impound the old eagle costume.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

You might call it gallantry, the efforts of a lone speaker, trying to gather likeminded individuals to express personal fortitude, standing up against the bullies and dressed up thugs, wearing face coverings to hide their identity. There is no valor in these costumed figures, brandishing guns and clubs and harming sprays. The speech given is simple enough, to have the courage to be there, listening and supporting others. That is fearlessness, bravery to the extreme, as kindly neighbors present themselves in defense of humane rights.

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #405