Did You Hear The One About The Award

“Attaboy!” she said, as he returned to his seat. He attempted a grin. He had just won an award for excellence in his job. His body language was nothing but disdain.

On the way home she asked what was wrong. He sighed, “This award used to mean something. Now it is just a piece of paper. Two of the winners only know one machine. And the award going to Steve after he has been here three months is crazy.”

He opened the window letting the paper fly away. “They couldn’t even spring for a frame this year. What a joke.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – attaboy

Peace

Chaos ensues
I’m lost in insanity
Control fading away

Stop
Take a breath
Relax

Slow down
Let the pace lessen
Gather yourself

One by one
Things will be done
Peace shall reign again

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – reflex

What You Do To Me

You touch me
With your kindness
Your willingness to help
You inspire me
With your positive outlook
Your hope for the future
You thrill me
With your love
Your burning desire
You fulfill me
With your devotion
Your unending friendship
You complete me
With your loyality
You commitment to us

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – inspire

Turn Back Time

You have a way
Of taking me back
To the days of our youth
And our young loves first bloom
The things you do
Resonate old feelings
And stir deep emotions
Inside of my heart
A simple note
A single rose
A trip to where we shared
Our very first kiss
Your thoughtfulness soothes me
And rekindles old flames
So every day is new again
With you by my side

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – resonate

Mumbles … Being

I have just gone through the motions of being… it has been a long week. My week started out with 6 appointments planned for the week for both me and my dad. Then Dad went to the ER early Wednesday morning. He was having lots of trouble breathing. My sister called me and I got ready and out the door before 6am. He had pneumonia and lots of problems with edema and fluid around the heart. The pneumonia has cleared up on his x-ray. But his is having lots of confusion. It really scares me… my Mother-in-law had Alzheimer’s and the way Dad is acting reminds me of that. I talked to the nurse about it tonight. She paged the doctor and he finally got back to her and said he wasn’t too concerned about it. I really dislike my Dad’s doctor… he is an ok guy, but I think he has a lot of flaws as a doctor, but I can’t convince Dad to go to a new doctor.

So I’ve spent a lot of time at the hospital the last few days and have gotten so far behind on reading posts and my daily prompts. I may read through some tonight yet but I am so tired, physically and emotionally. I am just barely being.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – being

The Neighbor

There was a loud crash outside and I ran to see what happened. At the corner is a mangled mess of metal. I see the neighbor’s car, the one that their teenage son drives. I reach for my phone, dial 911 and go outside to see if I can help.

I reach the car, recognizing Sam through the blood on his face. I realize he is unconscious and try to find a pulse. Another neighbor walks up looking in the window and asks, “Is he ok?”

“There seems to be a strong pulse still.”

We both walk to the other car and look inside. A middle age man lay slumped over the steering wheel. My neighbor asks, “Can you hear me?”

He moves his head slightly and lets out a moan. “I tried to hit the brakes but he was so close.” the man said.

Just then someone let out a scream. It was Sam’s mom running towards the cars. “Sam, are you alright?”

I approached Sam and his mother and reminded her not to move him. Just then an ambulance turned the corner. I put my arm around her and pulling her back said, “Let them do their job.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – neighbor

Mumbles … Kowtow

Good afternoon readers. Here I am faced with a daily prompt struggle I cannot work into a post easily. There are plenty of words that rhyme with kowtow – brow, now, how, prow, vow, wow… But to work them into a poem I am coming up blank. I think my mind is crammed too full with lots going on (Dr has me doing physical therapy twice a week, have two birthdays coming up and an out of town guest visiting…) so instead I will just mumble a bit.

The definition according to Encarta says to kowtow is to “to behave in an extremely submissive way in order to please someone in a position of authority.” I have never kowtowed to anyone. I have done things to please others, but that is just plain kindness. I would say the closest thing would be the number of things I did try to get my ex-husband to stop drinking. As he was an alcoholic none of them worked no matter how many times he told me they would. That would be labeled more as desperation and simple insanity (doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome). But nothing worked as he was sick and was so deep in the disease nothing could bring him out of it.

So forgive me for lack of creative words today. Maybe when I get to the next prompt I will have more of the brain cells firing! In the meantime I will go back to reading posts and try to attempt to catch up. Have a good day/night everyone!

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – kowtow