The sky was aflame with the sun’s reflection.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said, turning away.
“C’mon, you can tell me,” he replied gently.
“Oh, no,” she thought. “I’m no amateur! If I tell you, this fragile house of cards will come crashing down! Because, yes, honey, you do snore!”
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51 words written for Sue Vincent’s
#writephoto prompt, aflame,
#RDP Sunday: Reflection,
Weekend Writing Prompt #116: Amateur,
FOWC with Fandango: House
Thank you, everyone!
I used to have money;
I had so much time.
And when in my space,
It was quiet, sublime!
He thought when we married,
O it would be smooth!
But the changes keep coming
And changing my groove.
I used to sit calmly
To think or to sing
Or listen to birds
Do their busy-bird things.
I try to be happy;
I try to be kind,
But the stresses spill over…
Am I losing my mind?
I really don’t know
Where this marriage will lead.
But one thing’s for sure:
Change is still guaranteed!
—
Written for
#Ragtag Daily Prompt #RDP #Change
and
FOWC with Fandango: Spill
Once I dreamt I was the moon, bright and full, watching over the June night sky and everyone beneath me. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but nothing could prepare me for what I witnessed then.
I gazed upon a woman who wrote all night. Poems, songs, journal entries… But she was neither writing nor sleeping. Instead, she lay in bed, considering a new relationship with a man far away. He was a writer, too, but they had never met. She marveled at how he could invade her heart and home with just the touch of his words. His poem even said he loved her. But how would this invasion change her life?
Suddenly, I awoke. No, I was not the moon. I was the woman in the dream, still wondering how your invasion would change my life.
Now I know!
—
This was written for the following prompts:
Prosery #2 at dVerse,
FOWC with Fandango: Touch,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday: Prepare.
Thank you all for these prompts! You keep me writing. 🙂
True freedom is yours
Only when you willingly
Bond with another. 💕
We’ve been through trouble, turmoil, pain and woe.
Now here we are, and here is where we’ll stay.
As feelings and emotions ebb and flow,
Whatever comes, our love remains the same.
Life wraps us, unsuspecting in its game;
We try and learn to keep it in its place.
Our mirror must reflect love’s gentle face,
Regardless of the chaos all around.
We’re learning to create a sacred space,
Where e’er and always, love can still be found.
—
Another dizain for
dVerse.
This is the sequel to
The Human Argument.
We have been through hell
Bodies, minds and spirits scarred
Now we’re moving up!
For dVerse
I shouted words you thought I never would;
You claimed it was my strategy and plan.
You saw me as a person kind and good,
But now you are a hurt and angry man.
I’m sorry! It’s my fault; I understand.
For I’m a human being just like you,
Responsible for everything I do.
And I, too, when the fire is burning red,
Get swallowed up by feelings’ flaming rue,
And say things that I wish I never said!
—
A dizain for
dVerse.
I always thought you were a nice guy. You struck me as intelligent, kind, funny, and understanding. And when we talked, I would close my eyes and let your voice pour all over me like chocolate syrup.
I thought you were too good to be true. No man could really be so sweet, so wise and yet so down-to-earth, and dare I say it, sexy, too. And you loved me?
Ok. Maybe I could accept that. After all, you say yourself, “There’s someone out there for everyone.” Well, perhaps you were out there for me. That could be.
After you wrote that first poem, I learned the truth about you…
You were a magician! That night I dreamt I was the moon, and you hung me in the heavens, to light up the world’s darkness the same way you lit my heart with love.
—
My response to
dVerse Prosery #2,
which must be 144 words and include the bold line.
The fitness of a marriage, who can judge?
For even those within are set apart.
A see-saw keeping balance with a nudge,
Two individuals before the start.
One partner is the giver, so it seems;
I hate to say, but one can give too much
And end up taking all the others’ dreams
With hands that, though well-meaning, ever clutch.
The understanding needed can’t be bought
Nor traded, compromised, discussed, or sold.
Lip service leads to battles that are fought,
Resentments, sharpest angles, tempers cold.
Give grateful understanding, showing love,
A Spirit-driven blessing from above.
—
A sonnet of 95 words, including “judge” for
Weekend Writing Prompt #115,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt, #angle,
FOWC: Grateful.
Chocolate bar, cookies
Chicken salad on crackers
Dinner in distress
Mystical Strings 
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