“Lost” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 756

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Lost

The whole wide world feels hollow.
We trudge as in a trance,
those tracks that our forefathers
followed without a chance
to eye their lives and twist their fate
and get themselves in line
to test rare truths in vintages
like a rare old wine.
The wines have all gone stodgy,
the casks powdered within,
so we know not where we’re headed,
nor know where we have been.
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The Sunday Whirl Wordle 756 prompt words are: wide line self hollow rare track twist eye trance trudge powder empty. Image created with AI

Family Reunion

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Today we got to meet the newest member of our family, Thamies, who married my grand-nephew Ryan. We had such a good time.

Contrast, for SOCS

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Sun or moon and smooth or rough,
old or young and clothed or buff––
opposites contrast each other––
tough or easy, breathe or smother.
Shadows can be made with light,
though sun is opposite of night.
Sarcasm depends on this:
words that praise, but really diss.
Life consists of contrasts that
give yin for yang and tit for tat.
If you can’t find a life to fit,
just change into its opposite!
Reach for the hidden, release the found.
Contrasts make the world go round.

The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: Contrast

Tragic Morning

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I am in Peoria, a suburb of Phoenix, AZ for doctor appointments and a family reunion. Today I went grocery shopping at Safeway with my nieces and sister, and when we exited the Safeway store, we found four police cars, an ambulance and a firetruck in the lot and more emergency vehicles arriving. Our car was inside the taped off area around a crime scene and police officers were talking to a woman in the row behind our car.  Police did lift the tape to let us exit and we took my nieces home and came back to my doctor’s office in the same center. When we exited my doctor’s office an hour later, the area was still taped off  with a number of policemen in evidence. We looked online to discover this headline: Woman dead, man critical after shooting near Peoria Safeway. Detectives believe the individuals were known to one another. Here is the rest of the story:

https://www.azfamily.com/2026/05/08/police-searching-suspect-after-man-shot-outside-north-peoria-gr…

 

 

Fibbing Friday

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For Fibbing Friday, the assignment is this week are words you may or may not be familiar with, but how would you define them?

1, Defenestration: Draining a swamp.
2. Lollygag: The aftereffect of starting to swallow a piece of candy.
3. Flummox: A bovine used to create a water-filled chute.
4. Cattywampus: Necklaces for cats.
5, Bungle: A burned bread roll.
6. Anachronism: A negative response to a timepiece.
7. Serendipity: What is the tendency to make mistake called?
8. Paroxysm: The act of matching up teams to pull wagons.
9. Solivagant:  A slobbering rural insect.
10. Glossolalia: A lipstick fetish.

A Rose is Not A Rose!! for dVerse Poets

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Summer Song

The white wings of pelicans
soared overhead,
fueled by that same  windrush
that tangled your hair,
quicksilver sea foam adding its gentle hiss to that summer song
that  created a soundtrack stretching out  from early morning
to become an  afternoon delight––
that summer song flowing and waning
in the ebb tide
of my restless memory

 

For dVerse Poets we are to compose a poem that contains at least five of these names of rose varieties but not mention the word “rose.” I chose nine:

Afternoon Delight
Bordeaux
Brass Band
Cayenne
Desdemona
Ebb Tide
Eiffel Tower
Golden Gate
Mermaid
No Surrender
Peace
Penny Lane
Queen of Hearts
Quicksilver
Restless
Sea Foam
Summer Song
Tangles
White Wings
Windrush

Go HERE to read the poems

“Dish” for Esther’s Writing Prompt

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Dishwasher Blues

It really goes beyond my wishes
to have to load the dirty dishes
into the dishwasher each day.
I’d rather read or sleep or play.
But since I know I’ll never meet
a plate or glass or spoon with feet
to walk itself across the floor
and open up the washer’s door,
I guess I’ll have to bite the bullet.
Reach out for the door and pull it.
Load the glasses on the top,
Load the plates so they don’t flop.
Wedge in all I can and then
commit that common loading sin.
I’ll put some plastic cup in last
where it’s not held secure and fast
so it flips over and fills up
with water to top of the cup
so when I open up the door
it soaks the dishes and the floor.
So, though the loading is a curse,
Unloading’s what I hate the worse!!!!

Esther’s Writing Prompt for today is “dish.”

“Elbowing,” for The Three Things Challenge.

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Elbowing
One thing about your elbow,
in fact it’s true of each,
Is that by extending them,
you improve your reach.

In fact it’s true of elbows
that each one you entrust
to be fully unfurled
is bound to up your thrust!

Words for the Three Things Challenge are: EACH ELBOW ENTRUST

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #123. Today’s number is 245. Come Play Along!!

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This kalanchoe was not content to stay at home. It just keeps exploring.

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #123. Today’s number is 245. To play along, go to your  photos file folder and type the number 245 into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. 

Here are my photos for today. Click on photos to enlarge.

 

“The Stuff of Dreams” For The Sunday Whirl

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“The Stuff of Dreams”

The crisp day turns to creamy night that cushions us in sleep
and seeds our dreams with fertile thoughts that later we will reap
as poems or scripts or lyrics that will shimmer in the light
that’s been kindled to crush out the dimness of the night.
Sleep dusts our petty cares away and whispers in our ear
brisk new tales and sonnets that the whole world needs to hear.

For The Sunday Whirl, the prompt words are:crush crisp creamy script brisk dreams dust  seeds dim night whisper shimmer  (Illustration created with AI.)