Man vs Snow Pile

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The all-day snowfall finally seemed to be tapering off.  He surveyed the neighborhood, it looked rather pretty with the pristine fallen snow.  He was just about to go outside to clear a path on the sidewalk and driveway when Mrs. Davis from next door called his house.  He answered the phone and listened intently on what she had to say.  She had a proposition for him, and it could be beneficial to his needs right now.  At seventy-two she was well past her prime in snow-shoveling years and had a doctor’s appointment in the morning she could not miss.  She wanted to know if he would clear her driveway for her.  She would pay him handsomely and he was desperate for money since he had been laid off.

He agreed to her deal and suited up for the cold weather.  Just as he approached the door, he knew things had just gotten worse.  The snowplow went down the road piling up a large bundle of snow at the end of the driveways. He went after the pile of snow with a dogged persistence.  He was going to earn that money if it killed him and with his bad heart it just might.

Just as he threw the last shovelful of snow up onto the yard, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.  Thankfully Mrs. Davis was walking by the window at that moment and saw him fall.  She immediately called 911 and waited for the ambulance.


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

No Memory Of It

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She turned and walked away

It was impossible to talk to him

He was drunk again and

He wouldn’t remember a bit of it

It was the usual fight

She had asked him not to drink

He said he wouldn’t

Just a half an hour later

He was well on his way

The dispute had turned the corner

To his total denial about drinking

She felt like he thought she was stupid

Didn’t smell the alcohol on his breathe

Didn’t see the bottle beside his chair

Didn’t notice he was unable to stand still

Didn’t hear the slurring of the words he spoke

It was all too familiar

And it again broke her heart

She climbed the stairs

Sat on the side of the bed

And began to cry again


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

Again

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Again and again

The same thoughts

Run around in my mind

Asking myself

What about tomorrow

Will I be happy again

All the same worries

Like a broken record

Or MP3 on repeat

What about tomorrow

Will I be happy again

Repetitive thoughts

Like a hamster on a wheel

Run back around again

What about tomorrow

Will I be happy again

Just when I think

They may have quieted down

The echoes start again

What about tomorrow

Will I be happy again


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

Just Wait, The Weather Will Change

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Slip and slide

All over the place

Now wintertime is here

The snow and ice

Keep building up

And trouble could be near

No school or work

The roads unpassable

The blizzard has started I fear

Hot cocoa and games

To pass the time

Until the roads are finally clear

Then shovel and snowblower

Work overtime

Until the cold brings tears

Rest and recover

Tomorrow they say

The best day of the year


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

No, Thanks Man

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Overall, the preponderance of what I write on WP is poetry or my attempt at free verse poetry anyway.  But there are times when I get tripped up by a prompt word that in no way would flow with any kind of a poetic tempo.  This is one of those times so I will thank Fandango for the challenge and politely decline to find a poetic entry to this one.  Let’s move on… the one from this morning looks a little easier.  I think I can work with it … stay tuned to find out!


This was my sad attempt at Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – preponderance

Nightfall’s Lament

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As the day wears out

And night does shroud the sky

She sits in her father’s chair

And softly starts to cry

Remembering the life he led

The excitement and the dangers

His service to his country and his city

His kindness to many strangers

He was really well respected

And was liked in many towns

But the darkness makes her maudlin

And the emptiness brings her down

Left behind with only memories

Echoes of laughter from the past

She hopes for some relief

But it never seems to last

Just a longing of a special time

Before both her parents were gone

Now she suffers alone each night

And the pain just lingers on


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

Alone

She heard the word

Alone

And she was instantly on guard

Why should she care

If she had someone to call her own

Or if she lived alone

Was it really so bad

To spend time with herself

But she had lived

A lot of years with someone

Her parents, husband and daughter

And the quiet was suffocating her now

Left in that silent void

She had never felt so alone and scared

But she was trying

There were less tears now

And more acceptance

If she could just get past

The feeling she would forever be alone

Maybe she could find a friend in herself


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

Safety Net

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I feel like disaster is waiting

Hiding around the corner

One thing after another

Keeps going wrong

And you are still not here

Not where I can see you

Not near enough to touch

Not within my senses at all

I am trying to be strong

And weather this awful storm

But I would feel much safer

Wrapped up in your arms


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