Haiku & Other Poetry, History, Travel, tutto e niente

Calling All Boots-Flashback Friday

This Fandango Friday Flashback post was originally part of a FOWC from on October 17, 2018! I failed to say what that original prompt was and Fandago’s domain has changed, so who knows? My bad.

Whatever it was, I worked it into my blog for an upcoming trip. I cannot believe that it’s been seven years since we embarked on this crazy driving epic! It turned out to be a an eventful and fun trip. I blogged the whole adventure, so for anyone who may be interested in some random road pics, history lessons, art museums, music memories, middle of the night fire alarms, rants about the orange one, and BOOTS, you can find them all here: 

 Calling All Boots (this is also posted below) 

Two Days Before Dawn  

Alarm Bells

Finally! It’s the Road Trip Epilogue 

You can also find some other travel adventures via my TRAVEL tab. Although, sadly the realities of life have reduced our travel life considerably. Oh well.  I’m happy to say we are no longer stuck in Florida, so I don’t need to drive to the Fall. It finds me! 

So please enjoy my happy (and some not so happy-I’m looking at you MAGA) memories and if you can please support your local NO KINGS events. 

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON 10/17/2018: 

Today’s prompt from FOWC inspired me (one could say it prompted me) to say a few words about the road trip that begins when my husband and I rise Thursday morning at the beautifully dark hour of 4:30AM and hit the road by 5:30.

“Where ya headed?”

Glad you asked. We are going north to escape the endless summer that has wrapped Florida in its deadly grip. We seek the Fall! Memories of cute boots and scarves and blue jeans and sweaters beckon.

“Come to me!!” They call.

“Wear me.” They tease.

“Wrap me.” They whisper.

I am tingling with excitement.

Oh and I get to see friends and family too. So it’s a win-win.

Of course this road trip includes a giant triangle of driving—South Florida to middle Illinois to Washington DC to south Florida—so it’s possible I’ll change my mind about the win-win. But for now I’ve got the pod casts downloaded and the play lists set.

Here we come autumn!

Updates to follow 🎃 but here’s a haiku to keep you warm till then. It’s not great but … BOOTS!!

As the moon falls low

We rise for a journey long

Seeking boots of fall

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

crazy modern love

crazy love consumes

undone by your sublime text 

heart eclipses mind

the moment permeates all

and the center cannot hold

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

 Thanks to Reena and RDP for their inspiration. The words nutty, sublime text, and eclipse led to me this ode to crazy modern love, with a shout out to William Butler Yeats (and Joan Didion).  

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

double dog dare

What’s that splotch on your forehead?

I won. That’s what matters.

You won? What?

Cash money!

NO! How? What did you do?

So Jimmy and me was in the park by the river.

Were.

Were what?

You and Jimmy WERE in the park.

I know. I just said.

Forget it. Go on.

Well… there’s this tree.

Yes?

And it’s got these knobs and a big bendy branch.

And?

Jimmy dared me to climb to the top and shimmy down the bendy part. Bet me ten bucks.

You didn’t.

Did. Head first. WINNER!

Except for your head.

Totally worth it!

(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

The joy of childhood splotches! Thanks for the inspiration to Friday Fictioners’ photo, RDP’s word (SPLOTCH, and Esther’s Weekly Writing Prompt (MONEY). Twas fun!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

unguarded wonder

a moon so intense

I imagine heroin

unguarded wonder

my mind immersed in brightness

trying to find my way home

Photo by Jesus Toledo on Pexels.com

 Thanks for the inspiration to FOWC and Tanka Tuesday.

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

buried fury

buried deep inside

embers turn to ash and bone

waiting for a spark

rekindled love fans the flames  

the candle burns with fury 

Today’s FOWC (CANDLE) and the WDYS photo prompt brought to mind fury and love and buried secrets… thus my bit of verse. Thanks to both for the inspiration.