poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Elation

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Chalia’s arms itched relentlessly, as she stood in the long, slow moving line, at least six feet apart from the man in front of her, watching his sweat drenched shirt grow wetter and wetter, Chalia sighed, wondering if her own sweat glands were causing a stench for others in the line.

Reaching back to scratch her upper back, Chalia gracefully turned her nose to check herself for any possible unwanted odor, all she could smell was roses and vanilla, the scent she applied after her cool morning shower, resting in assurance that she passed the test, she relaxed and crossed her arms, shifting her feet and waiting.

It won’t be much longer, she thought as she edged her way closer to the door, I will soon be in the arms of the one I love and we will be together forevermore, and with these thoughts a slight smile graced her face and her eyes moistened with tears of joy.

“What’s that you have in your hand?” Looking down, she wondered what the stranger behind her was referring to when, she realized that it was the mask she held onto for  a brief, cooling moment before putting it back on; “That’s supposed to stay on your face, missy,” chided the stranger.

Shifting her feet in the line and approaching the door, Chalia had a thought of saying something back to the stranger, when she realized that it may be best to leave well enough alone, before meeting her beloved at the hospital to take him home, nothing would get in the way of her elation.

Taking no chances

she walked carefully

following the rules

letting her have time

to cherish the moments

for who knew how long

letting elation become

the most important part

of her life forevermore

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This is in response to the Living Poetry prompt and the Six Sentence Story prompt.

poetry

An Always Kind of Thing

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An Always Kind of Thing

it’s in the here and now
when we have the time
to bring forth cheerful thoughts
and leave the days with sighs

with you near my heart
I feel my soul incline
it’s been there from the start
and always part of life

any day of the month
and as the months move by
the years they count for more
and make this life all right

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This is my response to writing lyrically. I took Ronnie Milsap’s “Almost Like A Song” and thought of these words to that tune.

poetry

Love is Love

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Love is Love

If you knew my thoughts
my feelings
and sighs
then why did you do nothing

You saw my tear filled orbs
as you called them
my sighs were met
with your confident grins
and yet you did not speak
those words I longed to hear

As the world is your oyster
it is also mine
shedding tears over loss
which cannot be validated
is such a waste

Instead I will use those orb filled tears
to water the garden
to then clearly see the roses
and clip the carnations
making a bouquet of the truth
that love needs not so much words
but the feelings to back up the soul

This poem was in response to my Daily Prompt

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Short Fiction, short story

Routines of Love

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Belinda looked out the window, her red strands stringing her eyes, still crusted with sandman’s presents; This was her routine each and every day, gazing to the lands and wishing for her dreams to come true; Closing her eyes, stating her wishes into prayers, she then bounced up onto her feet and bounced into the nursery, letting her little brother know her presence.

Smiling, squirming, hiccupping from his milk filled belly, Cleveland wiggled his chubby legs in delight from seeing his sister, clearly loving the routine of being greeted by her cheerfulness; Grasping him carefully, Belinda pulled him up and into her arms, hugging him while singing to him her favorite made up song, written especially for him.

“Baby Cleveland, cheery boy, you are my most favorite joy, how I wish to help you grow, always and ever more to know; How I love you, yes I do, and I always will, it’s true; One day when you are grown up, you’ll still be my buttercup, never will you leave my heart, you have been there from the start.”

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Giggling and pulling her long tresses, Cleveland clearly adored his big sister, enchanted by her blue-green eyes, he poked at them with his chubby fingers, before reaching for his own as if comparing them with his own rich blue orbs; Carrot tops matching, these two were like two peas in a pod, so to speak, but there was one thing for sure, they were also very different; This was one thing that Belinda would be sure about: personalities.

Just down the road, a few houses down, Barton was also up for the day, doing his routine of chores before going to school, knowing his homework was likely suffering, he had routine responsibilities which took him away from book learning; Sure to make up for his father’s own duties, Barton needed to see to it that his mother did not suffer any more than she already seemed to, as her sighs of sadness prevailed; Taking a moment to take his mother some fresh tea, Barton took her hands in his, gazed into her brown eyes, moist from longing, and told her how beautiful she was and how it was going to be another good day, all before Barton gathered up his books and lunch, putting soles to the dirt road, hoping to catch Belinda on the way to school.

Waving goodbye to her mother, Belinda bounced out the door, books and lunch in hand and looking about, hoping to see Barton as he always made her smile; Sure as the sun shone, there he was picking up his step when he eyed her, almost running to her side; “Good morning Belinda,” Barton breathlessly greeted her, “I hope you don’t mind if I carry your books,” And with this, Belinda smiled at Barton, handed him her books and smiled, nudging along with their hands waiting to be held.

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This is my Six Sentence Story for this week in response to Denise’s prompt word: Routine

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