poetry, short story

Staying the Course

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Staying the Course

Waging the war with the tides of life, bringing on waves of emotions, challenges, and joys, I am met with at once the desire to sail away and to remain ashore. Sailing beyond the shores, allowing risk to be abandoned, feeling the breeze flowing while knowing there are at least planks beneath my soles, is tempting. Staying the course of the foundation of the sands, only adjusting to the effects of the tides, I can still stand while being sure of not going too far. To go astray has such appeal as much as being on solid ground. Oh, to be grounded, but in movement is even more.

Staying on life’s course
Keeping my feet on firm ground
Moving as I will

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Written in response to the Living Poetry August Visual Prompt

 

 

Short Fiction, short story

Framed – Six Sentence Story

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Framed

First she painted the picture of her beloved’s beautiful gift, a pitcher vase from his Aunt Beatrice’s estate, framing the picture and sending it to the governor.

Rich in ornate styling, she buffed the vase to a sheen and placed it on the library table for everyone to see.

As the guests came into the parlor, they saw the vase in all glory, filled with roses and daisies.

Mastering the art of floral arrangements, she won first prize in the Blooming Beauties for the first time.

Empty of the floral arrangement, lasting a mere moment in the light of day, the governing force confiscated the vase.

Denying any involvement, she pleads her innocence for the theft of the priceless vase, once in the governor’s mansion, part of the collection spanning many years past.

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There you have it! That’s my 6 Sentence Story for this week. Want to take a stab at it? Go to this LINK

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 🙂

PROMPT WORD: FRAME

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Waving Goodbye – The Sunday Whirl-Wordle 395

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1973 – the year
youthful fires had to be burned
giving a wave to the Midwestern sunset
silence eased her mind until it didn’t
looking to find her way
the sunbeam offered warmth
no garment could hide
the longing in her soul
setting her feet to new earth
mounting the bicycle
riding in the sun or rain
bowing to the elders
to survive
three months later
in order to live
running from the elders
riding with tears in pain
flinging the bicycle
she pricked her toes on sand burrs
raining in her soul
garments of southern threads
fall visited Midwestern farms
walking Chicago streets in the night haze
with drained mind and body spent
writing goodbyes to marine settings
her youthful fires burned
the year of 1973


These are the words which are to be included in this weeks The Sunday Whirl Wordle 395:

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To learn about The Sunday Whirl here’s the LINK