Lusting for her fall
Your four ears in on her calls
Sharing how she bleeds
Re-tooled her story
While you bonded in secret
Winking together
Crispy grins & glee
Pleased to have gifted chagrin
A graceless friendship
Sometimes what seems like the ending is really only a middle… whole rooms of space for the plot to thicken or the potential for an especially satisfying twist, or so I’ve heard.
RL
Daily prompt, writing challenge: Unfinished
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unfinished/
Lackluster works fly
Critique: trying far too hard
To gain the best howl
Outdated phrases
Begin to sound desperate
Like ‘dances with wolves’
Such ease, in the end
To crack up a dull ego
Toss words like raw meat
Rawr…
I got a really great laugh out of this one, and thank you, friends who sent me all sort of inspiring fodder. I thank you for your continuing support and care.
My love always to special bird lovers, and watchers. xo.
RL
Daily prompt, writing challenge: Façade
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/facade/
Water nymph skimming
Measuring the surfaces
Of her jealousy
Old wasp sits & sips
Watching for validation
Of her loyalty
Hydrometridae
Sought win by claiming waste
Loses face for it
RL
Just a little light-hearted fun in the middle of intense yet gratifying circumstances. Definitely back to loving life.
Inspired by the writing challenges issued by the Daily Prompt: Passionate https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/passionate/
Relentless year called
I became a waterfall
I was swirled away
Released old dreams; moved
They commanded me, let go
Heart crushed from goodbyes
New is on its way
Release dross for destiny
All reward is nigh
Trust what angels say
Tears are healing; scars get cleansed
Real love fills all wounds
Life is pushy when it wants the best for you. Sometimes you have to give in & give up, a lot…
When this photo shoot was set up in the spring, I knew I wanted to wear the dress I’d hung in public the previous October 4th as requested by Metis artist, Jaime Black. Her ‘REDress Project’ is an art-based awareness campaign in tribute to missing and murdered Indigenous women. Red dresses represent these women. (See tree photo and background notes here)
I’d chosen to hang my dress under my beloved weeping willow tree. That seemed like a poignant statement in itself. At the time of that participation, I was soul surfing through a course of life-altering trauma amidst life and death events.
In a way, even that gorgeous tree experienced the same before it let loose its majestic beauty. I’d saved it years before from being brutally hacked at when my ex would attempt to eradicate the ‘strange weed’ growing in the middle of our yard. … I guess my point is, there was a whole lot of understanding under and within that tree.
So, when I met up with Nadya Kwandibens, a very skilled and renowned photographer who honored me with her talent, she suggested we head to a local park and search for more of a nature-based/natural background. When we arrived, she scanned the landscape and then she pointed and said, “There – head over there, I think we should get you under those trees” – the weeping willows.
Nope, she had no idea of my story, it was just how this particular circle would finish. It seemed like a good omen and I suppose it was. I have come through what I think is the greater part of those trials and I have gained new strengths and continue to build them.
From a time I was certain I couldn’t even breathe for another 5 minutes to standing up tall enough to see – that no matter how hard the testing, no matter how hard life knocks at me, I will keep getting up. I know that now, because even when there shouldn’t have been a way I could have, I somehow did.
Like my tree, I am still standing.
RL
Tres’ récompense for
working the same come-hithers
Bien des champagne
Beaucoup décolletage-filled screens
Non belle special, after all
……………………………..
Called her a lady
’cause east coast friends, north and south
proved that truth for him
Lady knew their secrets though
Wine reveals more than flesh shots
……………………………..
Tank’d a lot, that lot
and soon enough the angels
moved his lifetime best
to The Only Man worthy
Luck to all fish ‘O plenty…
RL
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