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Retirement is an interesting term often used for people when they are older

Enlisting in new adventures can be fun and educational as well as uncomfortable

Taking each day as it comes helps when you have the luxury of such a treat

Instead many retirees are facing less than plentiful resources and need stimuli

Restlessness may come about when someone has less to live on than a dollar

Enrolling in programs is challenging and it matters to have help to console

Despite attempts to act as if all is well it is important to find means to the end


This is a double acrostic, meaning the beginning and ended of each line is of the same letter. The read down view on either end is “retired” also the name of the poem, not that it has to be for any “rules.”

This is in response to the poetry prompt for this day #9 of National Poetry Month. You can see the prompt HERE


poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Mountain Climbing – Six Sentence Story

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Mountain Climbing

Approaching mountains challenges my inner ilk; What force would propel and what would cause slouching at angst of faltering, of falling down and never getting up? Classified as an elder, gray woman, will my will to be more become too overwhelming or would the fence allow a reasonable gate to let me inside? Cast away within the shadows of fear, it is easy to fall back and find solace in the coolness and the warmth of simply being. Until anxiety allows a surge of action, this fear takes hold and rules every decision made for my own demise. With this it is clear that the only way to take on a mountain is to get up, take my rod, tread forward, one step at a time, spiraling to the top.

taking in the light
permitting the light to glow
follow me on high

There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week in Haibun style. You can join in by going to this LINK

Here’s the challenge:
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂



Completely Old

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Completely Old

You know you are completely old
when your shoes have shrunk in the night
when your once sexy jeans look a fright
but you find you have more to behold

You know you are completely an elder
when your hippity has lost some hop
when your teeth start to find a new spot
as your belly laughs from too much pepper

You know you are getting old, right?
when the wrinkles turn into road maps
when you find you have a little less lap
when the slightest bump hits you at night

You know you are completely aged
when your memories take you to youth
when you finally care less about looks
when you have reached the level of sage

You know your mind is in tact
from researching, reading and stuffs
avoiding too many fluffs
you still render out some great facts

You know you’re completely old
when there are no brakes between brain and mouth
when gravity takes it all south
your disposition has turned quite bold

Grow old with the attitude of zeal
you are not going to change the life scale
you are not yet set to derail
so get up and practice your whee

There you have it! Day #24 of National Poetry Month.
Thanks to the prompts from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides:

“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Complete (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem. Possible titles include: “Complete Best Day I Ever Had,” “Complete Guide to Writing Poems,” “Completely Wrong Way,” and “Completed Set.””


No Contest – Six Sentence Story

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No Contest

No contest, was the verdict at the court of the common law heathens, on one cold day in the mountains. Uncle Johnny spit out the menthol lozenge and grabbed a smoke from the pack of Camels, nestled in his rolled-up sleeve. Spitting out tobacco from his unfiltered smoke, Johnny winked at Darlene, “You ain’t got nothing to worry about, darling, we been through worse; Honey, it’s gonna be all right.”

Darlene looked at Johnny with her big, brown eyes, “I know, sweetheart, you always take care of me and this ain’t nothing but a thing, a hurdle that no Johnny I know will let bother him.”

Johnny took Darlene’s hand and led her to his truck, head held high, gait in charge, fumbling with the keys, dropping them on the ground, down on his knees, he knelt. “Darlene, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”


That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week. Want to participate? Go on over to
Girlie on The Edge and join the fun!

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂





Taking Time to Record History

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Yesterday, we had the pleasure of witnessing an 8 year old boy interviewing his 85 year old Dutch grandmother as she told of her life during WWII. It was fascinating. This was a school assignment. He also had to do a portrait of her. She came from a family with 10 children and the all went home from school for lunch. Her father was a potato and bean farmer. For her lunch chores she had to peel enough potatoes for 13 people to last for 2 meals. Whatever was not done, had to be finished after school. Everybody had to be inside when it was dark and the windows had to be blackened. Some people did not have food and her family left a bowl of potatoes for wanderers by the house. They lived near the train station, so this was a possibility that someone might walk by their house at night and be hungry. The kids liked to play marbles and jump rope. There were a loft like room for the boys and another room for the girls and another for the parents. How fortunate, I felt to hear this living history. If you have grandchildren or nieces and nephews, it might be interesting to hear their history. I interviewed our father several years ago and wrote a story from that. It was recorded and I still have the tape, but it’s hard to listen to since he is gone. It’s these sorts of things that matter in the long run, getting to know the history of others.