For Cee’s FOTD
Fault Line
When the call comes,
I feign ambivalence,
one more maneuver
to deny fault.
I did this
and you did that.
Who understands
the whole gestalt?
Back and forth we
thrust and parry
’til no one knows
who started what.
When did our love
became a battlefield?
That crest we aimed for
a well-worn rut?
Writing prompts today are: call, ambivalent, understated, maneuver and fault.
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For the Dutch Goes The Photo Tuesday Challenge: Round
On the Fix
She’s on the fix:
repairing hems,
cleaning the oven,
puttying cracks,
organizing drawers,
straightening picture frames
with no idea
of how to fix
a cracked heart.
She needs a breaking
of old habits
—a lesson
on letting be,
leaving her broken things
to heal themselves.
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For the dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Fix
The murals being painted on the walls of my house, the wifi installation saga, the bee adventure, the water/plumbing saga–all are events now past, but further stories were waiting to be told. This is the story of a number of little mysteries down through the years that have been solved or are on their ways to being solved due to Jesus’s sleuthery. I here share that story with you because after all, what else have we all got to do?
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Unavoidable Photo Session
I refresh my makeup,
surrender to the camera,
and when I see the photographs,
force a quick acceptance.
I need to diet
and I am growing old.
Word prompts today are surrender, photograph, quick, refresh and acceptance.
Knave of Coins
Bored with all his yesterdays, needing a new tomorrow,
grown used to fickle intimacies, much to all our sorrow
he stood upon a precipice where the whole world looked back
and declared himself the ruler of the whole damn pack.
That anybody listened is a sort of modern miracle.
He wasn’t very smart and he surely was not lyrical.
Though he understood but little, what he knew just seemed to work.
One can capture much attention by being a dumb jerk.
He pulled the haters to him—the fearful and the jaded.
All his moneyed cronies supported him, elated.
He’d pull apart the world we knew and put it back again,
but I fear that what few plans he had turned out to be in vain.
For when he’d knocked everything down, he knew not what to do
except to blame the mess he’d made on everyone he knew.
The whole world knows that he’s a knave, his mind and soul both dim.
The thing that is distressing is those who supported him.
Word prompts today are overcome, fickle, intimacy, precipice and yesterday.
I ran a sharp knife around the side of the mug, so I actually didn’t have too much trouble getting my microwave muffin out of its mug, although the bottom 1/4 inch stuck and had to be removed with a spoon. The next time, I’ll oil the bottom of the cup a bit. The muffin isn’t bad and actually isn’t that sweet. I think a lot of the powdered sugar fizzed off onto the bottom of the oven during those initial 12 minutes of time spent in the oven. Once I put them in the microwave, they rose fine, although the mugfin is a bit heavy.
If you don’t know what in the heck I’m talking about, go HERE for an explanation.
I then decided to take a slice of the mugfin and add some of the bran concoction I made last night. It was very sweet and I think I prefer the muffin just by itself. I think the bran/banana/sugar concoction would be good on a blander white poundcake or shortbread cookie–or perhaps toast.
Okay.. I promise. No more banana bread/mugfin posts.
