Zoe offers instruction on the best way to catch a tail.
Another hot one today, so five minutes was about all I could take outside in the front garden, but it seemed to be enough. Thanks for getting me out, Cee. Now I have to go into town–a real ordeal in this heat.
For CCON
Family Heirlooms
It’s apparent I’m replaceable. At least it is the shout
that you moved in my replacement as soon as I moved out.
I hope that you remember as you stroll down your new path
that your former roadway contains an aftermath.
The heirlooms of our marriage include three children who
don’t share my intention of divorcing you.
They need a proper father and you’re the only one
licensed to address them as daughter and as son.
On the heirloom ring you gave me on our wedding night,
the chimera of your family crest really wasn’t quite
appropriate, though made of gold polished shiny bright,
An ass head on a serpent’s body would have got it right!
Prompt words today are apparent, replaceable, aftermath, chimera, proper and heirloom.
For Cee’s FOTD
Mr. Universe in the Old Age Home
His life was lovely and bucolic
prior to his anabolic
stage wherein he played the game
of dosing up to gain a name
and a media barrage
descended on the small garage
where he went to lift more weight
than once he could anticipate.
His life became a mad mirage
of barbells, steroids —a barrage
of contests wherein he competed,
going largely undefeated—
a staircase leading to that time
when he, unchallenged and sublime,
ruled without apology,
a miracle of morphology.
Everybody knew his name.
A survivor, fit, top of his game,
in time his will began to flag
and everything began to sag.
His muscles gone to atrophy,
he is not what he used to be.
His bod of steel reduced to puddle,
he is more comfy now to cuddle,
and so he finds at an old age
that happily, he’s still the rage,
for the old ladies that he hustles
still want to feel his former muscles.
Prompts today are game, apology, survivor, bucolic, staircase and mirage.
Winter Adventure Tour
That first chilling sound of the ice’s warning crack
and that slithery pinprick feeling of ice water down your back
are sure to leave you feeling disturbingly distraught.
This is more of an adventure than the one you sought.
It’s the sort of trip you’d like to banish from your thoughts,
one devoid of “wants “and stuffed full of the “nots,”
yet it plays against your eyelids with a frequency you’d like
to round up in your head and tell to take a hike.
Your tour guide? He’s a rascal and they ought to string him up.
He’s a weasel, he’s a rat and he’s a mangy low-down pup.
They should brand him as a felon, this king of thoughtless vice
for selling you an outing to skate on such thin ice!!!!
The prompt words are pinprick slithery chilling distraught felon string yet banish lid trip with miss For Sunday Whirl Wordle 555 Image by Hans Isaacson on Unsplash.
Evening Rush Hour Bus Ride
Only one seat left, so I thrust myself within it,
beating out another boarding passenger to win it.
Adjusting all my packages, I didn’t chance to look
at my seat mate, for her face was buried in a book.
I used a lull in traffic to begin a conversation,
but was cut off by the bite of her brutal tongue’s serration.
She sputtered without compromise or mercy or a pause
about what she surmised were my weaknesses and flaws.
Her words sprayed out in spittle, unceasing in their venom.
She criticized my hairdo and my shoe size and my denim.
Not a thing about me pleased her. She was brutal in her spiel.
Had I considered a diet? Was my hair color for real?
At the very next bus stop, I finally took flight.
Miles from where I sought to go, I fled into the night.
It must have been a curse or bad Karma or a hex
that I would end up in a seat next to my boyfriend’s ex!!!
Prompts for today are traffic, compromise, flight, serration, spray and please. Image by Annie Spratt on Unsplash.
For Cee’s FOTD
Time Holds the Key
The detergent of time washes away
the travail we feel so keenly today,
constantly munching away at our pain,
over and over and over again.
The hemp that was used manufacturing rope
to bind up our hands and tie up our hope
once placed in a pipe, might free up our minds
to journey down roads of alternative kinds.
Life’s journey is kooky. Thus, each generation
achieves some sort of new fenestration
to escape from the bondage of years that are past.
Thus proving that no form of bondage can last.
Freedom and justice must be more than talk,
for though time holds the means to unlock the lock,
there must be a hand turning the key
to open the door that sets justice free.
Prompts today are kooky, thrifty, hemp, munch, constant and detergent.
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