Another tear falls
Leaving a spot on my shirt
It is just salt water
But the dark spot bothers me
Today I want to honor her
And I want it to be perfect
Not marred by tears
But that slow release
Of liquid from my eyes continues
And if I look past my aggravation
I can see it is not ruining anything
In fact the release of each tear
Alleviates a little of the pain I have
Trying to say goodbye
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – alleviate
This word prompt was a cake walk… I thought of the same thing I always think of when I hear the word accentuate.
For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – accentuate
The couple walked up to the gate. Josh stooped down and was messing with the padlock on the gate. Mary let out a sigh and said, “What are you doing now, it is cold out here?”
“Just be patient. I have to finagle the lock and then the honeymoon begins.”
“Wait, you don’t have the key? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Breaking us into this mountain hideaway?”
Josh flashed her a grin and said, “Only the best for my baby.”
“No way, I am not going to start my marriage with a B and E on my record. Take me home.”
(100 words)
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – finagle
Reading into something when there is nothing
Uttering words you know nothing about
Making a mountain out of a molehill
Observing things that aren’t there
Repeating questionable facts
Scuttlebutt around the office watercooler
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scuttlebutt
So much pain this year
Today I did hear
Someone so close to me
Met her final destiny
Her heart grew ill
And she lost her will
Now I am forever lost
And at what a cost
It is not sublime
Being stuck in time
Longing for yesterday
And a chance to say
I love you “sis”
You will be missed
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sublime
This FOWC was posted back on October 17 but I can’t help but ponder about that day even though I am days late. It was my 54th birthday. And a time to reminisce on past years. I recall as a young child anxiously awaiting to blow out not only the candles on my cake but my growth candle. For those too young to know what that is… it was a candle that was lit each year to burn down to the right age. So, there was a little anticipation to watch the year melt away.
Being the second child, I don’t recall getting a new bike on my birthday… it was always a hand me down after my sister got a new bike. But the bike was new to me. I do recall getting a ukulele one year after my sister had gotten a guitar on her birthday. There were always clothes and books and either Lego’s or Barbies. My birthdays were always special.
As an adult we still gathered for celebrations. We would eat out or order pizza and play games. It was always nice to get a gift, but now it was more about being together with family. Ten years ago I had the first birthday without my Mom there, and this is the second without my Dad too. I worry as the family size shrinks how we may not be able to stay as connected as we were when Mom and Dad were still here. We gathered together this year, but I wonder about the future. And with my daughter getting married and talking of having children of her own, will they have their own traditions and not continue with those we have done for years? It is all a lot to ponder. What are your fondest memories of your birthdays?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ponder
It is intangible
It is illusive
It is highly sought
It can disappear
As fast as it comes
It is a dream
It is a hope
It is an energy
We all need it
We can all give it
If we choose
It is a feeling
Like no other
It is simply
love
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – intangible
There was the first one
The sexy one
The surprising one
The nearly perfect one
The private one
And the current one
They all wander inside
The corridors of my mind
Parts of each of them
Trapped in a labyrinth
Giving me only
The best of each one
And clouding my memory
Taking the bad times away
And making me wish
My heart could find
My way back to each of them
But I am trapped in a silence
Alone too often
Dreaming of yesterdays
And happier times
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – labyrinth
Something unorthodox is out of the ordinary, against the norm, not following the rules. This year is certainly unorthodox but today I heard news that shook me to the very core… frightened me more that any ghost or ghoul could this time of year. The end of a 54-year tradition. There will be no broadcast of It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. It is a break from tradition in such an unorthodox way it almost makes me cry.
This year is crazy enough for kids. This summer they didn’t get to go to the pool. School is not normal still. They can’t have birthday parties at Chuckie Cheeses. And a lot of communities are recommending no trick or treating. Don’t take Snoopy away!
Ok sure, you can watch it if you have Apple TV, but how many families can afford that right now? People are out of work and out of patience. Don’t leave them without the Great Pumpkin! (Don’t worry though, I am safe. My daughter bought it for me a couple of years ago.)
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(And as a bonus for a friend….)
There once was a businessman named Fred
Who dressed in the finest of thread
But it was quite unorthodox
How he wore flashy socks
When he met with the department head
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – unorthodox
It was Valentine’s Day
When we were young
You were shy
And he was fun
How was I to know
The chocolates
Came from you
When all you ever did
Was softly say hello
I knew the mystery sender
Had to have been him
But when I kissed him
On the playground
I saw the tear
Fall down your check
To this day you still
Remind me of my blunder
But it started a lasting love
With me and the boy
Who gave me cordial cherries
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cordial
Leigha Robbins 