There is a new feeling
Coursing through my veins
I can’t quite put my finger on it
But it almost feels like hope
It is something I haven’t had
In a very long time
But with changes in the air
And freedom on the horizon
I do believe I like the way it feels
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – course
He tried the combination, it didn’t open. He swore he had the numbers right. He wrote them down when they first got the lock and had used the combination before. Why were the numbers not working?
Suddenly it made sense. He had thought something was different, now he knew what it was. It was a blue face for the dial, not green. She had changed the lock. Now he had to wait for her to get back from wherever, to gather the last of his things. He didn’t have much, but he was ready to be out of her hair.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – combination
I negotiate my life
And travel onward
Steadfast in my journey
I will make it
To the other side
No one can
Stop me now
I see daylight
Through the end
Of this long tunnel
And a new beginning
Is waiting
For me there
Amongst the flowers
And the sunshine
Hope does flutter
Her wings
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – steadfast
Sally Johnson was quite often poor
Watching money fly out the door
Her boyfriend would spend
Like there was no end
And she was left mopping up the floor
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – poor
Ok, I am just going to wing it here. I had a post written up last night but more than half of it was irrelevant now more than 12 hours later. So, here I am just freeform, cut loose, train of though… I hope it will make sense.
I am not in a very decisive mood. It has been a long week with lots going on. My living situation is in the middle of change, but at my request, so it is ok. Two and a half days later than scheduled (sure glad I didn’t have anything planned) the “crew” showed up to build the shed we bought… it is a crew of one! This may take a while. And besides being sleep deprived trying to get up early for the shed three days in a row, I was the last in my house to get the cold that was being passed around. So, I have a very foggy mind today and it is hard to be decisive about anything except that I could use a nap.
I need to go and snap a picture or two of the current progress… although it is awfully quiet out there to be much for progress… *sigh*. I hope everyone has a good weekend. I know I am going to try to. (((HUGS)))
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) – decisive
She walked into the restaurant looking for her friends; they always met once a month. They had all worked together and had developed a strong bond. Pam glanced left then right, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the dessert case. So many scrumptious desserts waiting to be chosen. There was cheesecake, tiramisu, a decadent looking chocolate cake, scones, pie and crème brulee. It all looked so good. Suddenly there was a tap on her shoulder, turning around she saw Betty and Andrea; she had beat them there. After welcoming hugs, they sat down and studied the dessert menu first.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scrumptious
Choreographers
Bob Fosse – “Choreography is writing on your feet.”
Alvin Ailey – “No matter what you write or choreography, you feel it is not enough”
Twyla Tharp – “I see dance as glue for a community.”
Martha Graham – “Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.”
Dancers
Mikhail Baryshnikov – “I kind of lost interest in the classical dance. I was very much interested in the modern choreography.”
Isadora Duncan – “The dancers body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.”
For Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – choreography
It was just a word game. What harm could be had by accepting a game with another player. She started by playing M-O-V-I-E landing the E on a double word square. She waited for him to take his turn. As she began thinking of a word to tie into his V-A-N-E the message bubble came up. She took her turn and responded to his hello.
More games followed and he began to tell her such nice things. He loved her profile picture, she was so sweet, smart, funny… the list seemed to be endless. Needless to say, she kind of liked the attention, but told him it was just friends playing a game.
By day three of playing off and on he wanted to chat outside of the game. She did not but he persuaded her. They used instant messenger and he began to shower her with more compliments asked her all sorts of questions about her day. She believed she was making a friend.
Then one day he said he needed some help. His car was out of commission, and he needed to order a few things online but couldn’t get to the store to pick up an Amazon gift card… would she please send him one for five hundred dollars?
All the bells and whistles went off. She had heard of scams using gift cards and instantly became leery of him. She made excuses for why she couldn’t, and he kept saying how he would pay her back and he would be so grateful. But she was not born yesterday, and she would not be bamboozled. She told him no and then never responded to any additional game requests. Lesson learned.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bamboozle
(possible trigger warning)
She was surrounded with the finest
Modern art on the walls
Contemporary furniture filled her rooms
All the best money could buy
Her clothes were designer labels
Her shoes custom made
But with all the best in her world
There was one thing she didn’t have
Him
And no matter what she did
She could not turn his head
She would sit in her townhouse
Wondering what was wrong with her
Until the day she no longer cared
Felt she was destined to be lonely
And her devastation fueled her demons
Who helped her swallow all the pills
Alone
He almost lost his breath when he heard
He took a step or two back
How could this have happened
This couldn’t be the truth
The shock just wouldn’t leave him
He felt so much sadness
If only he had taken that chance
And reached out to gently touch
Her
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – contemporary
What did you just say?
Your voice has drifted away
And became a distant din in my ear.
Why do you prattle
On and on about things
That are of no interest to me?
By now you should know
There are few things we have in common
And that makes it hard to find a suitable conversation.
So, we sit in silence;
You lost in the television,
And me with my written words.
Until the day I say enough
And ask you to leave this place,
Only then will I find peace and maybe myself.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – prattle
Leigha Robbins 