Mish is hosting dVerse Quadrille today. We are asked to use a variation of the word “Smudge” – so many ways this word could be used so I went through my photos, looking for inspiration. Landed on this one and well, just had to use it!
Smeared and smudged
face full of chocolate
Putting on a show
with makeshift microphone
belting out pure joy
at summer’s freedoms
Can it get any better than this?
Childhood is not meant to be
neat and tidy all the time
the hose can wait
Two days later than I wanted to post. Sigh. Life. It does love to throw curveballs at you, doesn’t it? This one was a doozie and took me two days to recuperate from! Still… Please pretend we are May 25th – the day I wanted to post it, even if the dVerse prompt came on Monday, the 24th. Frank J. Tassone was the host and the subject was: write a haibun about the Flower Moon – said moon was officially yesterday and somehow, I missed it. Or rather was so sure it was the 25th that I didn’t even think of checking last night. This moon pic was taken on the 25th, however 🙂
You aren’t due till the summer solstice, possibly near a Strawberry Moon? Probably not. You are supposed to arrive when roses and and peonies and poppies are in full bloom. When the tulips and daffodils have already done their thing.
Instead, you decide the Flower Moon is more your style. You want late spring blooms: lilacs and rhododendrons, daisies and violets.
Maybe you know your time here will be brief so you want to get a chance to fully experience everything nature has to offer. Who knows? All I know is this: When the day is breezy and I open my bedroom window, the scent of the wild lilac bush right below my window comes up and wafts through my room, reminding me of you. And to think this year was to be your lucky year! Twenty-five years old on the twenty-fifth of May.
A Flower Moon child
In a rush, to see it all
Gone before you could
I decided to participate, nay, be inspired by the dVerse challenge from Monday. Sanaa (aka adashofsunny) was hosting prosery Monday and wanted us to use the following line: “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” We must use the line in its entirety, though we can change the punctuation. We cannot leave out nor insert other words within the line. The story must be exactly 144 words, not including the title.
Though submerged by a dark cloud engulfing him, he managed to trudge forward in life, participating minimally. Damaged by a love past, he was unable to see the possibility of light and happiness, never mind hear any music.
“Come sing with us, Andrew. It’s all in fun and will surely lift your spirits!”
“Only mouths, are we. Who sings? The distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things! She took away my heart and the song within it,” he lamented. “It’s gone and I will never find it again.”
“You are right, you won’t. Not if you continue in this fashion. You need to step away from that dark cloud, let the light touch you again, my friend,”
“Your friend? What nonsense, this?”
“Nay, not nonsense.” She tended her hand, “Come with me. It’s time to see the beauty all around.”
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this challenge.
It is uncanny
and never fails
(well, almost never)
he enters her thoughts
she reaches for her phone
and before she presses a button
there comes the familiar ping
and there he is
how to explain such a connection?
Pour toi, notre Yvon adoré…
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.
Perfect timing for this particular word today. We lost a beloved member of our family yesterday afternoon. I’ll write more about him later when the dust has settled. Thank you, Sammi for hosting this wonderful challenge week after week.
Like moths to his flame
Like mice to his Pied Piper with a guitar instead of a flute
Like the planets to the sun that he was
So did all, young and old
Orbit around Yvon
The most generous, kind, loving soul, he was
His light snuffed
Our hearts, broken
It’s Thursday and I thought I wouldn’t play and then an idea came and well, here I am. Friday Fictioneers, a place where you let your imagination roam where it will, but within 100 words. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and this week, thanks go to Liz Young for the use of her wonderful image. If you want to join in or read other stories inspired by this photo, just click on the frogs below!
Learning the Hard Way
I’ve always been a firm believer in learning through living. You can give advice but let’s face it, they rarely, if ever, take it. So you watch from the sidelines, quietly.
I was always very careful not to say or show when I didn’t like one of her boyfriends. I just watched her disappear into the person she thought he wanted, knowing that she would eventually wake up and get out of there. Only later, would I admit that I knew that particular relationship was doomed.
It’s hard, though. To watch them stumble. You don’t want your kids to suffer.
It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Crispina’s challenge. I could not resist this one! Thanks for hosting, my friend!
Oh, look at those two!
Would you look at those two?
What? What about them?
What that Muslim couple?
Aren’t they the sweetest?
Muslim? Where did you get that idea?
Yeah, I suppose. They must be newlyweds.
Well, look. He’s ahead and she’s behind, in her place.
Awww. Remember when it was us? Side by side all lovey-dovey…
What an assumption! I think he’s just waiting for her to catch up.
Hey, we still have our moments! Come here and let me remind you.
Right. Now that you mention it, he kinda does look like he’s waiting for her.
Oh you… Don’t move! I’m coming!
They look like a sweet old couple to me
We’ll show those young’uns how it’s done!
I hope that’s us one day…
Well here’s something I never do… combine not one, not two but three challenges into one. Oy! Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #197 asked us to use the word “call” in any form, using 41 words; dVerse from a couple weeks ago, asked us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word embrace. Crispina’s lovely image for her CCC #199 prompted me to go looking for images for my usual matchy-matchy which sent me in the direction I went. I figure there are many who are separated during this stupid time and it must be difficult. Couldn’t help but bring out the romantic in me.
I call to you
You call to me
Accept this we can do
We laugh, we share
We joke around
It’s how we show we care
There comes the day
We know it will
Nothing stands in the way
No longer an eventuality
it’s now become reality
We embrace with more than
Words and stolen glances
arms around each other
heart against heart, now
beating to the same rhythm
I caress your face
whisper in your ear
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this fun one!
I don’t want to possess you
Just know that you’re mine
It’s been a while since I participated in dVerse and this one called to me to join in. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting this one and has asked us to write our prosery using the phrase: ‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,’ taken from Mary Oliver’s beautiful poem entitled “Spring Azures: A Farwell to Darkness” 144 words. Sometimes that is just enough.
I keep a cheerful disposition; I am the epitome of positive. Do not think me foolish or idealistic for I am also a realist. I choose to not let on that sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, I know not if I can take another step, smile another smile.
But I do, and do you know why I choose this? Because I feel it deep in my gut that this is a limited time offer and I cannot afford to waste a single moment of it. I know that, miracles aside, the end will come sooner rather than later. That part is out of my hands. What isn’t, is cherishing each moment, be they full of bliss or hurt like hell.
I know that one day I will look back and smile without tears because I chose as I did.