Found these and then forgot to publish! A bit late, but here they are.
For this challenge: https://ceenphotography.com/2018/01/30/cees-fun-foto-challenge-letter-x-x-needs-to-be-anywhere-in-the-word-or-shaped-like-the-letter-x/
Clinging to the wall
like an old wallpaper scrap
are the words
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you.
Their refrain slides up and down
the musical scale—
an old country tune,
plaintive and clear.
Why do I want you?
The first time I met you,
there was something about the curl of your hair.
Your eyes, so familiar—puzzled, as though
you, too, were trying to remember.
After that, it was
the set of your shoulders—
the arm stretched between your seat and mine
with your hand on the back of my seat.
All of your restraint an aphrodesiac.
The truth is
that I pined
for two days after I left,
then went on with my life.
Still, that scrap
of wanting
comes up early in the morning
as I waken
and my mind walks,
looking for someone to pin it to,
and every time
it stops at you.
The prompt today is puzzled.
(Enlarge by clicking on first photo.)
There is usually at least one of these mammoth trees with resident herons in every little village around the lake. It can be a noisy proposition, especially if its inhabitants are night herons, but in this case, it is snowy egrets, another sort of heron, that inhabit Grandmother tree. For close-up photos of egrets and chicks, go HERE.
For the Sunday Trees 324 prompt.
Profuse Praise
She was not the sort of miss that flattery could turn.
Excessive admiration just made her stomach churn.
She had no use for sweet talk or raves that were prolific.
Compliments just bored her. Praise she found horrific.
She set out to tell him that his raves were quite absurd
and his fawning words profusive, but could not recall the word,
so she just said nothing as his copious adulation
stirred her to a level of nervous agitation.
She found his fulsome words to be shockingly unstinting
with his gushing adjectives, his adverbs unrelenting.
He said that she was perfect, her end result most lavish,
while she just found his flattery ridiculously slavish.
“Rich, sweet, slightly juicy, and never sour or tough,
with just a little crustiness.” He couldn’t get enough.
So finally she just gave in and with a little sigh,
picked up the knife and cut him—
another piece of pie!
The prompt today was profuse.
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