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6 Sentence Story – Process for Love

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Process For Love

It’s a process, this thing called love, I can tell you 100% this to be true, from when I first looked in your eyes, listened to your words, watched the way you talked as much as I listened, there was something about you, no mere cup of coffee was enough for this meeting, but a whole meal accompanied with a feast of words and time gone too fast.

After meeting #1, we had to wait, due to a trip you had planned and we were way too new to plan anything together, a meal perhaps, but not a trip, so you went on your trip, but we talked and sent texts and counted the moments until we would see each other again and then we did.

Supposedly a cookout with mutual friends, but it turned into the two of us and that was just how it was meant to be, as we sat on the patio and had grilled burgers and my dish, which you devoured, yes, the heart and the stomach have a connection, so they say and then we sat together and watched a movie and spent more time getting to know each other, and it was for real, the best time for my heart to know there was something going on.

From that time on, we spent hours at a time, working on projects, swimming, going to supper, having dinners at one of our houses and falling in love, one day at a time, so they say, my heart knew it and leapt into my mouth when I was the first to speak those three words, and I was just surprised at myself how they rolled out so organically and that was that and how it was supposed to be and you said those words back to me, that’s how it’s supposed to be, doncha know?

Catching the water in flow and coolness, July 3 it was when we sat on the steps of the pool and became we from that moment on, you know, exclusively, so they say and we agreed it was the way it was meant to be and from then on it has been a moment to remember, forever being in this moment repeated day to day and year to year.

Captured by the doubts of the world, forlorn by the hearts past broken, the past crept into the present and tried to flood our minds, but we had to swim past those sharks, find our way to the other side and help our selves and each other to get there and we did and now we have each other in the swimmingly part of life when the golden age comes forth to grace our hair and bodies, but it’s all good in this life of wonder and for one thing I know for sure and for certain is that today’s tomorrow is only the next step to forever.

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There you have it! That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week! Want to join in?
Go to this LINK and give it a try!

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 🙂

This weeks word is PROCESS

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Stop, Don’t Stop

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Stop, Don’t Stop

What I meant to say was
to stop what you are doing
and give me a big smooch

What I meant to say was
come here, honey
I have a hug for you

What I meant to say was
your eyes are what make me
swoon

What I meant to say was
how much I love you
to the moon

That is what I meant to say
and I want it to start
again and again and again

Another chance
may not happen
if you don’t stop
and start again

It’s day #30 for National Poetry Month and I made it! Every day I posted a poem. Now, it’s time to focus on other projects, which includes more poetry, but some behind the scenes workings. TBA

Thanks so much to Robert Lee Brewer for his devotion to posting the prompts on
Poetic Asides.

Today’s prompt:
It’s time for our fifth (and final) Two for Tuesday prompt of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

1. Write a stop poem.
2. Write a don’t stop poem.

I am in this book:

poetry

I Heard it Again

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I Heard it Again

I heard it again
that song
it reminded me
once again
of the two of you
George Morgan
Room Full of Roses

The story is as clear as today
you told us many times
how when you were in love
and broke each other’s heart
and then it happened

Daddy, you sent the roses
you sent the note
A roomful of roses
would never be enough
to show my love for you

Long story short
you were married in Reno
and this become
your favorite song

I am glad you had it
and each other

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So, there you have it! Day 29 of National Poetry Month

Thanks to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides Prompt:

“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Again,” 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: “Here We Go Again,” “On the Road Again,” “Stumped on What to Write Again,” and “Doing the Wrong Thing Again.”

 

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Love Letter

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Love Letter

What would I write to you, my love?
If I were away for a time from you
would I say I miss you and cannot wait
until I see your hazel eyes again?

What would I think about without you, my love?
Would I be thinking of all the things we did together
or would I think about how I do not wants to do things without you?

What would I feel without you, my love?
Would my heart break into pieces so sharded there was no hope
of putting it back together again
or would my eyes parch from endless tears?

Where would I be without you, my love?
Would I be lost in this world, alone and afraid
or would I realize that you are always near and dear to me in my heart?
What would I write to you, my love?

I would write about how I miss you
I would write about how I cannot wait to see you
I would write about how plans are to be made of adventures
I would write about our hearts being entwined as one
And I would seal the letter with my tears
knowing that one day soon I will see you again
That’s what I would do, my love
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So, there you have it! Day #22 of National Poetry Month
Thanks for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt:
For today’s prompt, write a correspondence poem. Maybe write a poem that would fit on a postcard or in a letter. Or write a poem about correspondence school. Or jump into newer forms of correspondence like e-mail or text messaging. Of course, not all correspondence is connected to communicating; sometimes one thing corresponds to another by being similar.

Short Fiction

Every 1000 Miles

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Every 1000 Miles

Throwing the wrench to the gravel, Gloria wiped oily sweat from her brow, glared at Autrey and cried, “I’m just not getting this figured out, what’s the point if I keep doing this wrong?”

Chawing on his last wad of tobacco, Autrey spat out a bit, winked at his bride, and spoke, “Aww Glo, baby, you knows how to do this, just give yourself another chance, you’ve helped me many times, I know you got this.”

Sucking in a deep breath, then swigging her sweet tea, Gloria scratched her greased up nose and squatted by the pickup, “I just can’t seem to get that filter loose, it usually comes right off, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Lemme check somethin’, baby,” Crouching down on the ground, Autrey peered under the truck and looked around, sliding underneath on the tarp, he tapped around the filter and it came right off; All knowing that Gloria didn’t see him take the filter off, he slightly set it so it would easily come off, “it’s looking okay, babe, just give it another try, sometimes these things can be stubborn.”

Sliding back under the pickup, Gloria got the filter undone and completed the oil change, with no more hitches; gleaming at the thought of a job well done, she grinned at Autrey and said, “it just needed your magic touch, honey, thank you.”

And so it went every so often until it was time; allowing for the pain and resolution of life’s span they bantered over changing the oil, every 1,000 miles; until Gloria was on her own, when she changed the oil on the old pickup, she heard a tap, tap, tap and Autrey saved her, one more time.

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There you have it! It’s Six Sentence Story time! Thanks to Girlie On The Edge

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: POINT

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