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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Small Kindnesses, A Blogsplash

Kindness is a Very Good Thing. 
Even teensy compassionate acts help the world go round. 
Let's celebrate these Small Kindnesses.
Fiona Robyn from the Writing Our Way Home blog 
is organizing the Small Kindnesses Blogsplash 
today on November 27, 2012.

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One evening a couple of weeks ago I came home and found that someone had returned my emptied trash can from the collection place. That saved me the walk up the street on a windy, rainy evening to wheel it back home myself. I later learned that someone on staff in the kindergarden that is located in my building had done me this big kindness.
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Saturday, November 24, 2012

The still, scented air

The still, scented air seeped into flared nostrils
and for one loaded moment
he held her gaze -
then his eyes skimmed across her skin -
so tactile was his look that
she shuddered, and swayed slightly
wishing the moment would never end.
His heart would forever be filled with memories of the
sight before him.

Their clothes were left in a heap,
and as time fell away
flecks of sunlight moved across the sand.

* * * * *
Wordle 84
The words to play with were:
still  scent  sight  fell  fleck  sway
load  heap  skimmed  held  end  fill

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Six Word Saturday

~ I'm getting frayed around my edges ~



Sunday, November 18, 2012

Faces

FACES
expressions
life in action
everywhere

 beauty - sorrow - pride

proud faces
beautiful faces
sad faces
- life -

fiery sorrow
pawned beauty
silent pride
- life -

silent sorrow
pawned pride
fiery beauty
- life -

silent beauty
pawned sorrow
fiery pride
life - 
in action

Who belongs?
Who wants to bust out? 
Who is right and who is wrong?

Life in action 

Unless  
find myself
sorry, and 
- lost in action -


Wordle 83 - a baker's dozen.
The words to play with were:
silent, sorry, belong, beauty, faces, bust
wrong, find, life, pawn, pride, fire, unless


The Sunday Whirl

Friday, November 16, 2012

I knew birds would never sing again

I knew birds would never sing again.
I knew brooks would dry up.
Although new walls had been built,
I knew they would fall down.
The leaping phantoms 
that could only be figments of my imagination
kept screaming hollow echoes through the woods,
and I knew I would stay in this rocky place
forever.
* * * * *

Wordle 82
The words to play with were:
although new walls never birds wood
phantom brook rocky hollow leaping dry

The Sunday Whirl

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

The key was never there in the first place

Wordle 81
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The key was never there in the first place. The key that was supposed to unlock the secret depths of the swelling ocean. So there she was, left alone on the shore, facing tumultuous waves, and nothing would enable her to flee the wrath of her own inner ocean. She already knew that the scramble would continue until it just touched the edge of her consciousness, and it would draw her into it's rotten, putrid water. No charms she had ever known could save her now, because the key that she had been relying on had never been there in the first place.
* * * *


The words to play with were:
wrath tumultuous scramble flees shore key
swelling upbeat depths enable rotten charm 

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Mindful Writing Day - November 1, 2012

Cold feet under a down filled duvet 
in search of warmth where there was none to be found
while howling winds erratically swayed my camper van 
and rocked me to sleep.
- - -
Another lonely night 
while my beloved had to 
spend his night in hospital.


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