A Sluggish Summer Breeze

Charmed Chaos

Silver spanish moss hangs low, dressing the mighty Oak
with a lace tatting hem for emerald green leaves
that hold fast in the sluggish summer breeze

The walled garden is stifling this time of year,
the sweltering air heavy as granite stone,
Emerging cicadas sing from high in the trees
from afar, lonely cries of ravens yearn for home

An ancient copper urn with a patina of verdigris
wears a bonnet of bright white trailing petunias
two wrought iron chairs adorned with peacocks
offer a place for rest, to contemplate and dream
as you lick tiny rivulets of strawberry ice cream

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Bits of Inspiration You Write the Color

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Weekend Writing Prompt #114- Grimace

Keep it alive

A grimace on my face

Indicating wry amusement

At my own reaction to what I see

Life is getting away from me rapidly

And I stand here wishing futilely to join the race

Word Count; 33

The Prompt;

• your poem / prose must contain this week’s word. The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.

• the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge. No more. No less.

In response to;

Weekend Writing Prompt #114



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Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is Jocular

Learn to pronounce
  1. fond of or characterized by joking; humorous or playful.
    “she sounded in a jocular mood”

Write a Poem, story or anecdote, inspired by this word.

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Redefined Dreams

Roth Poetry

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I’ve lived many lifetimes // dreamed many dreams
All in seventy-two years // a short span it seems;
Events occur //dreams often changed
Beyond my control // life gets rearranged.
Illness, accidents, joys and sorrows, death and so much more
Created a roller coaster ride in my life // that’s for sure.
Faith and family children and friends
Supported us through that dark night of the soul;
When joy returned and things were great…
They cheered us even more.
As I look back // reflect over all these years
The choices I’ve made through rain and tears;
I’m thankful I hung in there and stayed the course;
For in joy and pain we still have a choice.
I’m now reaping the benefits of redefined dreams;
After seventy-two years sailing life’s streams.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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