Happy Thanksgiving

I am grateful for

the sun that rises everyday

 

and butterflies that stop then fly away.

 

 

 

 flowers that appear in spring

 





and birds that sit in the yard and sing.

 

 beautiful places to walk and write

 



and the moon that shines at night.

Have a wonderful holiday everyone!

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Thanksgiving

 

Singing Lessons

 

There is a hint

 of winter

in the air.

Still, I hear

the birds singing.

They remain

out of sight,

but their voices

are clear.

They aren't

hanging out in

the usual places.

There is nothing

to gain by staying

out in the open.

Instead, they explore

the vast array

of spots

that provide cover.

I think

I will follow

their lead. 

 

Thanks to JLynn Sheridan for this week's Wordsmith Studio Prompt. This prompt involves making other words out of the word Thanksgiving and then using them in your writing. The words I made are in bold.

 

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Where I Was

Where I Was

The principal marches
down the center aisle
of the auditorium and
pulls aside the music teacher.
I can see her say "What?"
then shake her head
as if to swat away
the words she just heard.

Orchestra practice
ends abruptly and
we scatter back
to our classrooms.
My teacher makes
an announcement
then dismisses us.

The short walk
home seems longer.
I go in the side door,
through the kitchen
and look into
the living room.
My mother has
the television on
and she is crying.

I know then
that the worst
has happened,
even before
I hear the
newsman say,

"From Dallas, Texas,
the flash apparently
official. President Kennedy
died at 1 p.m. Central Standard Time,
2 p.m. Easten Standard Time...;;



 

Young



Small Steps

We forget our small-step ways.

Putting  one foot down.

Using the sofa to scoot around.

Letting go to see if we could stand.

If we fell down, we pulled

ourselves up and tried again.

We grow to want thing's right away.

No time to stand on wobbly legs.

We push the sofas out of the way.

If we fall down, we get embarrassed.

Look for the bump in the floor to blame.

We need to remember that once we

took small steps, we were off and running.

This was written in response to the Wordsmith Studio Prompt-Young. Yes, that's me off to the races and I haven't stopped yet.  Thanks to Rebecca Barray for this prompt.

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Chapters

 

Chapters

 

Segments
of a story
in order, but
not always orderly.
Each filled with
its own drama,
moving the action
to conclusion.
Whether
you can’t wait
to get there
or try to
stave it off,
the ending
always comes.

 

 

For all of the writers who are participating in National Novel Writing Month, you are about halfway through the challenge. How's it going? Keep counting those words and write, write, write and sprint, sprint!

 

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Autumn

 

Fall Garden

 

In the dusk of your
color when the trees
are in the dawn of theirs.
The falling leaves
create a carpet for
the season’s visitors.
The few remaining
blooms take a
backseat to seed pods
and drying stems.
Soon, the snow
will blanket you.
Snuggle under and
rest until spring sounds
it’s wake-up call.

 

 

Thanks to Kasie Whitener for this week's Wordsmith Studio Prompt. What does your autumn look like. Put a link to it in the comments on the blog post.

 

 

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Photo Play

 

Photo Play

 

Center and snap.
Center and snap.
How much fun
is there in that?
Don’t take a picture.
Make a picture.
Play with what you see.
Imagine what might be.
Block something out.
Reflect something in.
Lighten the light.
Darken the shadows.
Trial and error
isn’t the game.
It’s try and create.
Wanna play?

 

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Fright



High Hopes

 

Heights give

some a fright.

The distance

between top

and ground

makes the

heart pound.

The proverbial

advice is

“Don’t look down.”

Perhaps, look

around. The

beauty may

astound.

 

Thanks to Kasie Whitener for this week's Wordsmith Studio Prompt-Fright. What gives you a fright? Post a link to it in the comments on the prompt post.

 

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