Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Another great prompt for this week!

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Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories! What a fabulous turnout last week! Thank you everyone for another incredibly fun
Six Sentence Story hop 😀 So about this week’s prompt word… Have to admit there was another word queued. At the very last minute, out of the gorgeous azure blue, the prompt word you see below, was drop kicked onto my laptop and began to dance, lol. Not sure yet what I’ll do with it but then, that’s what makes this writing challenge so enjoyable, right ?! 6 sentences. We only need 6 of them. That’s all. Have a fabulous week and write, write, write and then write some more… Read you soon!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word…

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Lament for Ruth

A tribute from my friend’s heart.

Words from JeanMarie

“My most fervent wish is that I will not be replaced
until a new president is installed.” Ruth Bader Ginsberg, 2020

This Breaking News has broken
my heart, my hope.

Justice, my grief is suspended in fear.

What is to become of the poor, the abused, and the desperate
with overburdened wombs?

What is to become of the immigrants and the asylum seekers
caught in wire nets?

Who will ensure our POC, our LGBT, and non-binary
won’t be erased?

Justice, my grief is suspended in guilt.

With every Breaking News story of recovery
against all odds, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Your slight frame and bowed head
belied your strength and resilience.

Did our selfish prayers for your health and longevity
tie you to this mortal coil beyond your endurance?

Justice, my grief is mine to bear, not yours.
Go now to your final rest, in peace.

Notorious RBG…

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Farewell Justice

He said it well.

Bartholomew Barker, Poet

Farewell Justice

You fought with words and logic—
powerful weapons for justice
in reasonable times
but it’s easier to manipulate
some folks by advertising fear.

You struggled for so long
and now to honor your memory,
we must continue the battle,
to march in the streets,
to cast our ballots,
to assure your legacy is not erased.

You weren’t in the majority on the court—
but you represented all of us,
We the People.

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Brass Tunes to Grateful Souls

Photo by Samuel Ramos on Unsplash

Coins tinkled in the Simpson’s pot

To the echo of the metal clang

Until denseness from piled coins

And greenbacks, filled the kettle

Brass bands played into the night

As souls were grateful to give back


And there you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story – well poem – for this week to the prompt word of “Kettle” Would you like to join or take a look at the stories? Check it all out on Girlie on The Edge’s Blog


Baked from Midwest Sun in Strawberry Fields to Table

Photo by Polina Tankilevitch on Pexels.com

Many summers ago, in Iowa’s July heat, we spent a day.

Sun baking my freckled skin, I knelt in the wild strawberry patch.

My friend nearby, reminding me when I wearied, of the promise.

As night came, and we were back to our Illinois homestead,

we set the table with whipped topping centermost.

With growl inducing scents of batter to steam

from the waffle iron, we started losing our cool.

Sitting at the table, holding holds for grace,

we were indeed grateful for our day,

Ending with strawberry waffles.