honeyfuggle me sing bon mots about mon coeur melt my resistance whisper words sweet like sugar until I’m bound by your spell Thanks to the WOTD Challenge for teaching me a new word (honeyfuggle) and to Frank's haiku challenge for inspiring me one more time!
Smickering strangers: A prophesy for shame or Arbitrary love? Thanks for the flirty inspiration to Fandango (arbitrary) and to Tales from the Mind (smicker) And for those of you (like myself) that need to know, one of the the definitions of smicker is "to ogle and smile amorously." So go forth and SMICKER! You never know… Continue reading about last night …
together we rise against a darkening sky to awaken truth Late this week! But thanks to Sue for her Write Photo challenge and photo and to the WOTD challenge for giving me such a great word (awakening) to accompany the picture. Check out their sites for details and other entries.
“Five hundred bucks! You can’t spend that much money on a balloon! It’s crazy.” “It’s our anniversary babe. No expense spared. Plus I had some money put back. Don’t worry. We’re golden.” It had only been a month but she’d see. It would be perfect! Then she’d say yes. We’d be together forever. I… Continue reading Up Up & Away
imagine a dream beneath the melancholy rhapsody in blue The phrase "rhapsody in blue" has been bouncing around in my head since I took this photo last month. Thanks to the WOTD Challenge for offering me the opportunity to get it out of my head!
Her, barely breathing And him, heart barely beating Become them, barely Thanks for the great inspiration Word of the Day Challenge
the whole of knowledge cannot fill the empty void if empathy dies Thanks for the double inspiration to Ronovan Writes and WOTD.
she never minded steering through the tight spaces just the narrow minds Thanks to Ronovan Writes (narrow / minded) and the WOTD Challenge (teachable) for the inspiration. Check out their sites for details on the challenges and some great writing.
to fly is a gift an eruption to behold till gravity speaks in its imperious voice and stills the music of flight That (this) darn cannon was still on my mind this morning. So my tanka offering is a mash up between yesterday’s story (and word prompts) and today’s. Cheating? Maybe. But I woke up… Continue reading The Music Stills
It happened every time. It was like a gift that kept on giving. It had been more than fifty years but every time Peter saw the damn thing it felt like yesterday. He could still feel the shame of that moment. Susan knew this. But she still insisted they all go to the Ringling Museum… Continue reading buon viaggio*