For the One Word Challenge: Open
Wild Open
The spacious room is open to the clear blue sky.
Waves of grain sway drowsily with a distant sigh.
Somehow, things seem simple in this open place,
everything instilled with a sort of easy grace.
If what you seek is quiet, listen to what I say,
There is no better place to choose to spend your day.
Prompt words today are spacious, open, room, blue, say, grace, waves, plains, simple, drowsy, clear, seek. Photo by Forgottenman.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle prompt
“That” Friend
My friend is amenable, but she is clueless.
If memories were sticky notes, hers would be glueless.
It seems like her calendar’s up for debate,
and if she shows up, she is, chronically late.
She’s always slow to get the ball rolling
for our monthly date for dinner and bowling.
Her memory’s airy. It blows where it blows.
Her socks are unmatched. There are tags on her clothes.
Her hair is disheveled, and It’s often the case
that traces of night cream are left on her face.
In short, she’s a space case. Her life’s in arrears.
If she were a car, she’d be missing some gears.
We gave up long ago in trying to change her.
We can’t straighten her out or fix or arrange her.
Over the years we’ve become less perplexible
figuring she’s here to keep us more flexible.
Prompts for the day are amenable, late, clueless, airy and bowl. Photo for illustrative purposes only. The friends in this picture are anything but clueless. Not necessarily so for the person in the foreground, however! ;o)
Wedding Dalliance
Though it’s a lovely wedding, after the seventh toast,
you’re tired of the well-wishing and each new smart riposte.
You’ve had too much champagne. You can’t face another bubble,
so you ask for a martini and say, “Make it a double!”
You’re fatigued by the spectacle and need to get some air,
so you wander to the terrace to view the cloudscapes there.
Your shoes are less than comfortable, so you slip them off,
and find that you are lost in dreams when you hear the cough
of an interloper who has joined you in escape—
another wedding attendee who’s come outside to gape.
He joins you at the railing and elbows you for room,
and before you know it, you are flirting with the groom!
When you feel his arms around you, you take it in your stride.
You’ll have no regrets later, for luckily, you’re the bride!
Prompt for today are cloudscapes, attend, spectacle, riposte and comfortable. Image by Marcus Lewis on Unsplash.
Carlos Jr’s favorite drink, “La Bandera” or flag.. since it is the colors of the Mexican flag. The salted glass is sangrita, the white or clear one is tequila and the green is key lime juice. He alternated sips of each.
Biography of a Rain Puddle
A snowflake fell upon my nose.
I don’t know why it missed my clothes,
because, of course, it soon unfroze.
It dripped onto a snowbank where
exposed to colder space and air
as nippy as a Frigidaire,
it froze to crystal, I suppose.
When sun came out to warm the day,
that crystal caught an errant ray
that found the place wherein it lay
and so into the sky it rose.
As a vapor it was reborn
to float upon the sunlit morn.
Unto the heavens it was borne,
in that new state that nature chose.
Months later, it came down again
in a new form, as summer rain,
and winter’s loss was summer’s gain—
a celebration for my toes!
The dVerse prompt today is to write a Zéjel Here is the form: 
Then I asked Forgottenman to give me a prompt for the subject and he gave me Snowflake.
For Cee’s FOTD
Leftover Nightmares
Sharp teeth of moths that daily fray the fabric of my dreaming
through the faulty screens of youth continue to come streaming.
Will nothing seek to stop their flights and free me from my dread
of lines of dusty millers that by rights should now be dead?
I try to curb my memory—the dull sheen of their eyes
as they fly slowly toward me in their moth disguise.
All those evil prairie spirits, rising from the grass
to find me after midnight and fill my dreams enmasse.
This poem is partially memory, partially fiction. The flutter of Miller moths, the adult form of the cutworm, are so much a part of my growing up on the prairies of South Dakota that I named my first book, “Prairie Moths.” Then when I built my own house in Wyoming, moths again rose to swarm around me–so many that I had to light ceiling bulbs at night and put large bowls of sudsy water under the lightbulbs to trap the moths by the hundreds to free my house from them. So, although the surviving nightmares of moths are completely exaggerated, the theme is authentic, brought out by this week’s Wordle prompts. Prompt words today are daily, sheen, rights, try, nothing, sharp, moth, fray, free, line, seeks and streaming.
For The Sunday Whirl Weekly Wordle Prompt 519
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