We’re All Mad Here

those mushrooms…

There came a fork in the yellow brick road, so I took the rainbow path less traveled and left Kansas far behind.

A quaint and eerily welcoming chapel materialized at the end of the line and beckoned me to its door.

The tiny Irish preacher invited me in, then he offered me a pint of emerald green lager along with some advice: “Always be a first-rate version of yourself and not a second-rate version of someone else, oh and you probably shouldn’t have eaten those mushrooms.”

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– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 184. Photo prompt by Dave Herring. WC 90.

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The Gift

She wrapped her scarf and sighed visibly in the morning air.

On the recurring drive, she replayed the first visit. Tubes, wires, alerts of all kinds overwhelmed them.

The season closed with a new beginning; baby is finally coming home.

– Written for YeahWrite Microprose Challenge #434. Prompt was to tell a story in exactly 40 words that evokes a specific season without using the names for that season.

The Letters That Keep Me Grounded

I kept them all. Rejection. And I took them to heart.

I used them to build a foundation. I will always remember where I came from because I am standing on it even now.

When the first acceptance letter came I reread them. When more rejection letters come I will add them to the pile.

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– Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #134. Photo prompt and 280 characters or less. CC 280. Photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com.

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Limbo

In between
Living and waiting to live

Songs of mourning and lullabies
Life as it were and as it will be
Tears for the loss and baby cries

A cycle that ends
And begins again with no surprise
Twilight and morning sunrise

In between
An ultrasound and looking into my newborn baby’s eyes

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– Written for dVerse Poetics, prompt was “limbo.” I also implemented the Form for All 55 word challenge. WC 55. Photos are of my daughter. She was born 1lb. and 10oz. at 27 weeks. She is now 6 months old (3 months adjusted) and 11lbs. 7.5oz.

Symphony of Spring

wind plucked branches played
a symphony of springtime
colors exploded

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– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #251. Word prompts were “plucked” & “played” or synonyms of those. Image by Lolame from Pixabay.

Be Still My Heart (Leftovers)

I said, “Be still my heart!”
Out loud this time,
So sure that you noticed
When it flung me at your feet —

Heat crawled up my neck —
So sure that you noticed
My ears were red as traffic lights, as stop signs
Warning me not to cross the line —

I stumbled with its erratic beat
And slid into the seat
Next to you —

I said, “Be still my heart!”
Out loud this time,
So sure that you noticed
The sweaty palm I ran through my hair
Before I tossed my head for added flair —

I hoped this
Time would be different,
That I wouldn’t lose my heart —

I said, “BE STILL, my heart!”
Out loud this time,
So sure that you noticed
When it leapt from my sleeve
And landed squarely on your napkin,

Though you pretended not to —

I said, “Be still my heart!”
Out loud this time,
Through clenched teeth,
So sure that you noticed
How I carried on distractedly,
My eyes darted often to it there exposed and vulnerable —

Until upon evening’s end,
Without a word, you gently wrapped
It up and tucked it into your purse
Like leftovers you couldn’t bare to waste —

My carryout heart stilled —
Happy not to be left behind on the table,
And so glad that you noticed.

– Added to dVerse Open Ink Night 05/02/2019.

April Showers

thunder’s angry tone
pitched against a murky sky
April showers flow

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– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #249. Word prompts were “pitch” & “tone” or synonyms of those. Photo by Michaela from Pexels.com.