Spoilage of Rain
Glistening raindrop diamonds settle on the fur
of the chairbound sleeping cat, but it does not stir.
Pies upon the window ledge grow soggy in the mist
of that travesty of moisture with which they have been kissed.
My stationery soggy, I find my words won’t stay,
so I give up on this poetry fast fading away.
The Thursday Story Challenge is:
Can you tell a story in 57 words using the following words in it somewhere: (I did a 57 word poem instead of a story.)
- CAT
- PIES
- TRAVESTY
- DIAMONDS
- CHAIR
- STATIONERY
Image created with the aid of AI.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Beautifully atmospheric ❤️
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Thanks, Esther
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Whatever you do, don’t scribble poems on the backs of the new plasticized cash register receipts the way we used to do on the old ones. Your work will literally have disappeared from it by the time you look again! 😱
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Do they just get wiped off?
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I’ve never figured it out ~ they just seem to melt away! I’ve talked to another poet who had exactly the same experience. 🤔
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A lovely piece Judy♥️
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Lovely.
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