Grandma’s Black Raspberry Pie

Roth Poetry

Black Raspberry pie

A hug Black Raspberry pie

Thick and smooth as a clear purple sky

made with flour and lard it seems

Topped with a dip of real whipped cream

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My earliest recollection

of my grandma’s fruit pie

is sitting at her table

And that twinkle in her eye

As she put a big slice out on my plate

It always brought a big smile to her face

Today at d’Verse, Mish asked us to think of all the different fruits of summer and write a poem about one of them. I chose to revise one I did a few years ago about my Grandma’s Black Raspberry Pie.

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Pie Photo: Pinterest

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Blogging Insights -Bad grammar

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Tanya is the host of Blogging Insights

I saw this on Instagram the other day and thought it would be interesting to discuss it on Blogging Insights:

” What I mind in modern society very much is the awful lack of grammar. ” — Ruth Rendell

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I think that bad grammar, used in any written document is very off-putting.

In literature, it is unforgivable. Badly written stories are so irritating and off-putting that people usually give up in the middle. The same goes for any inspirational article. If the usage of words, tenses, and grammar is not accurate, the meaning gets distorted and the purpose of writing that particular piece is wasted.

For people like me, whose first language is not English, we have to make more effort to see that when we finish writing, it all makes sense and is easily understandable. So I do make mistakes…

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Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge – A tale of two friends

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Fandango is the host of Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge

Welcome to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.

The photo below is from Sebastian Czubachowski at ephotozine.com

For the visually challenged writer, the black and white photo shows a dog and a young boy expectantly looking out of windows.

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Has she gone?

I think so, I can’t see her anywhere.

Should we, then go out?

No no, not yet. Let’s wait a little bit. I don’t want her to find me and take me to the bus stop. Let’s wait till the school bus has gone.

Jimmy, where are you?” mom said as she opened the garage door. “Why are you here when you know it’s time for school?”

“I was looking for my school books mom. Can Charlie come with us to the bus stop? He says he wants to see the school bus too!”

Mom gave a resigned look…

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In Solitude

Source of Inspiration

man-mountain-solitude

S ilence in which to hear
O nly you and the inner voice
L ight fills spaces
I nvite wisdom
T each yourself to be disciplined
U nderstanding comes with time and effort
D ecide and commit
E njoy your own company

Being alone in silence
is terrifying to most people
yet it offers unique rewards
turn on the television
music up loud
call a friend
chat on FaceBook
text message everyone
drink
sleep with strangers
get more desperate
anything but

solitude

never understanding
its gifts

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