There seems to be a loss,

A dearth if you will,

Of passion in our life.

I don’t know if you don’t care

Or if you have just grown tired.

All I know is I miss your touch

And your attention.

I feel alone so much of the time

Even when you are here.

Is there any way to save us

Or is the loss too great to overcome?


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

Should I

Let me take a minute

To catalog my thoughts

To find what I need to know –

Should I stay,

Or should I go?

Taking inventory of moments,

Both good and bad,

I find myself still puzzled

By how you act.

Your words say one thing,

Your actions another.

I cannot take this lightly

My future is at stake.

Should I stay,

Or should I go?

Only my heart truly knows.


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

Mumbles … chaos

I’m at a loss.  My mind is too filled with packing and clean-up thought to come up with anything for silkscreen.  I do have a couple of silkscreen shirts I wear.  I remember taking a class trip to an art studio to learn about the silkscreen process.  But that is where the thoughts stopped.

We have 6 days to get packed here at the apartment and get the house ready to be moved into… we are not going to be ready at the house I know.  Kitchen remodel took longer than expected.  We are still without a light and the floor tiles still sit in boxes.  The new doors and drawers are still waiting to be made.  The shower in the basement still waits for walls.  We do have most of the old furniture out so our stuff can move in.  I am approaching full panic mode!

So, I hope to be able to stay somewhat up to date on my daily prompts, but if I miss one or two please forgive me for my absence.  I will at least try to read posts still as we go through these next few days.  Now I must go and box up the winter clothes and then head over to the house to do some more work there… I am approaching exhaustion.  Wish me luck!


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

Clouded View

My vision blurs

As the mist falls

Leaving spots on my glasses

Like your point of view

Of our relationship

It is all distorted

Into a happy home

But I am not happy

I haven’t been

For a long time now

And you can’t even see it

Hazy eyes see

Only half truths

As things fall apart

All around you and I

I am tired of

Picking up the pieces

If you will take the broom

I’m willing to try

If not

This is goodbye


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

Mumbles … gratis

This was a tough Father’s Day, and I expected it would be.  At least I was still able to connect some with my Dad.  I am buying out my sister’s half of Dad’s house and moving in nine days.  In the meantime, we have to clean out and do some repairs on the house built in 1920.  We started with the kitchen but ran into problems and more work than we originally planned.  But now it is down to the trim to paint and the floor to replace.  Would be great if it was done before we move, but I am doubting that now.

Today was about moving things out so the window people can come in and measure for new windows.  So, we had a couple of tables, an entertainment center, a dresser and a few odds and ends we were getting rid of, and boy were the “bargain shoppers” out today!  We had people looking through all the stuff we were putting to the curb for garbage.  The pile of gratis items did shrink some before we left for the night.  I imagine there will be less tomorrow when the trash-man comes to collect it all.

I got to see the physics paper Dad got a B+ on today, some old photos of him, and a cool sign he got when he retired from the police force after more than 40 years.  I got to be reminded of his woodworking skills as we moved things from the bedrooms, he had done a lot of work on.  Smiled when I saw some jokes he had hung up by his desk.  It was kind of another trip down memory lane and so I feel I was still close to my dad today.  And with all the stuff we put to the curb we made a few people in the neighborhood happy.

I hope all you fathers out there had a great day.  And everyone should cherish your Dad… you never know how much time they have left.


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

Walk This Way

she did not walk into a room ever

she would sashay for all to see

always needing to be the center of attention

she was a beauty indeed


he did not walk into a room either

he would swagger for all to see

always needing to turn heads his way

he was handsome indeed


they almost walked into each other

each stunned by the others looks

always needing each other’s attention

they became an attractive couple indeed


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