the old man tells us stories
man tells us stories
of when he was
before the white
to his face like
I wrote this for a #ShapePoetry prompt on January 15, 2017. The poem’s shape is supposed to remind you of the tiny white frost that sticks up like spikes.
he floats closer
man of war seeking love
with a kiss that stings
I wrote this on May 28th, 2014 which was my son’s birthday. We took him to SeaLife for the first time and he loved it. It is one of the rare times I was able to write poetry on a happy day. Although, of course, the poem is not exactly a happy one. It was inspired by one of the most poisonous jellyfish known to man. (I don’t think those are the kind that are in the exhibit behind him.)
the dog nurses
a pup that is not hers
February 14, 2017
I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month, but didn’t feel like sharing it on Valentine’s Day. There are many different kinds of love.
she is digitized
she is not real flesh and blood
it’s not cheating
I wanted to share one of my more edgy haiku. I like to write senryu and other poems that are about modern situations when I can. Once again I hesitated to share a haiku for fear it would be taken the wrong way. My husband has never cheated on me, and I’ve never cheated on him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to write about cheating. It doesn’t mean that I don’t see the effects that cheating has on people that I know.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week the lovely photo is hers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s post for the week. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other nice comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s short story is 109 words long.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Wedding Present
He asked why she was sitting at the window. Most women, cheeks puffy from having a tooth pulled, wouldn’t. Jael pointed out the dun at the sale pen. She wondered who would buy him. Her husband did not comment but instead asked if she felt up to eating. When she replied no, he quietly ate while she sat glancing toward the window. He told her to lay down while he went on his afternoon stroll. Much to her surprise when he returned, it was with the dun. They had been married for a year and he was learning at 43 how to be a loving husband.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photo comes from a different Fictioneer each week. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This story is 112 words long. I was afraid I would lose the mood if I cut any more out.
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
First Holiday Together
Evelyn stretched out on the cool grass. She had finally gotten what she wanted. Roger beside her for a holiday. He had wasted so many with his wife.
She turned to him and smiled. He was wiping away tears.
“What’s wrong dear?”
“I can’t help but miss her. We spent so many years together. I can’t believe she left without kissing the kids goodbye.”
Evelyn looked back up at the fireworks. She was seething inside.
All of that work to make sure she’s gone and he’s whining. He said if she’d leave we could be together. Can’t he just enjoy the fact that things are the way they are supposed to be?
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. I know that I haven’t posted much lately, but I am trying to get back into the swing of things. More likes encourage me to post! This story is 105 words long.
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
Realization in the Basement
Staci stared at the half finished basement realizing what she had done.
When they were 18, she had an abortion.
“We can’t travel the world with a baby.”
She had taken a job at a fast food place a year later.
“Dad needs my help. We’ll leave for Europe when the business is doing better.”
She worked while he vacationed.
“It’s just Canada; it’s just a fishing trip. We’ll save money and start traveling next Fall.”
“We’ll build a house now, so we have one to come back to.”
She had waited patiently for seven years and had not even left the state.
Inside out moonflower bloom, something went wrong!
weeds in the bed
powdery mildew on the blooms
I am trying to keep the mildew off of my blog. Please share one of my posts/poems today. I have a search bar at the top of the page where you can search my blog for your favorite post. Share to any social media, the share buttons are at the bottom of every post!
What do you do to keep the mildew off of your blog?
Love rules without a sword, Love binds without a cord. –Anonymous
I hope you have a lovely weekend!
matching crepe myrtles
one grows taller than the other
the moon goes down
These poems I have been sharing, I wrote during National Haiku Writing Month last year in 2015.