The sight of your unfurling leaves
Many shades of green
And newborn buds beginning to form
Is a bittersweet welcome to Spring
You bow your boughs
In the breeze waving a forgiving farewell
To the last remnants of a harsh winter
And instinctively stretch your enduring limbs
Toward the warm nourishing sun
It’s your time to follow through
With your seasonal obligations
You flourish center stage
And carry out your devoir with pride
As you excitedly cast your pollen on the wind
A choir of sneezes applauds your performance
And bid a bittersweet welcome to Spring
– Written for WordPress Blogging University, Intro to Poetry, Day 9: Landscape, Apostrophe. Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
As luck would have it, I cadged the vaccine before I was bitten.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #53. Word prompt was “cadge.” WC 13. Photo by Vinicius Munhoz. “Serendipity” was awarded 2nd place in this contest.
Of Love And Other Demons
And Still I Rise
Out Of The Night
The Prisoner Of Heaven
Out Of Time
Just Say Yes
A Room Of One’s Own
A Life Of One’s Own
The Sweet Spot
– Written for WordPress Blogging University, Intro to Poetry, Day 7: Flavor, Found poetry: Book Spine Poetry. Photo is of some of my books.
She knew in advance how it would end.
We wanted to be left alone today, but no one seemed to care. Our birthday was never a celebration. We spent most of our time dreaming of the mother we had never met. We were blessed to be twins, but we were cursed to have sacrificed our human host so that we could help colonize a once wasted planet. We wished we could not think of her.
They told us that the remaining humans were willing to conceive with our species because their own males became sterile and the planet was quickly becoming uninhabitable for them. Between our species, we would evolve into a stronger more resilient being that could withstand the harsh atmosphere of Earth and other less friendly planets in the Universe.
Created in a lab, we then grew inside of our host. She knew in advance how it would end. We shouldn’t care, but perhaps we have too much human in us.
– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #265. Prompt up sentence, “We want to be left alone.” WC 155. Photo from Pixabay.com. “Gemini Redemption” was named 3rd place by popular vote in this contest. Read part two, Gemini Symbiosis, here.
I’m missing hair that used to be there. I comb over what little I have to hide the shine. I’m missing teeth so I can’t eat beef. I smile less to mind the gap. I’m missing time. I miss my mind. Sometimes words are hard to find. I’m missing peace though I mostly sleep. I’m missing the memories I wish I could keep. When I forget what I should be concerned about, old age isn’t so bad. Sometimes, I miss missing what I had.
– Written for 99 words. Word prompt was “missing.” WC 84. Photo from Wikipedia.
The city is awake now, and the tourists will be filing in soon.
Sitting on the café patio, I appreciated the colorful umbrellas keeping me dry on this rainy morning. I lifted some fruit at the market to take home for mother when she wakes. She is ill but strong.
The city is awake now, and the tourists will be filing in soon. An unsuspecting crowd is an easy target and a rainy day is a blessing. Their wallets ride loosely in the pockets of raincoats, tossed in carelessly as an afterthought guided by their grumbling stomachs.
I casually join the crowd bumping into some, quickly slipping my hand into pockets and gathering my bounty. I apologize and mean it sincerely.
– Written for Microcosms 19 weekly contest. Related to National Tourism Day with prompts pickpocket/Paris/drama. WC 108. Photo from Pixabay.com. C’est La Vie was named runner-up in this contest.
In my hesitation, I left myself vulnerable.
That was the dumbest assassin she’d ever seen.
I crawled silently across the snowy terrain with my sniper rifle in tow. I heard my target and halted. There she was, looking almost innocent as she foraged for food. My presence unknown, she let her guard down and advanced into the clearing. Now was my chance. I aimed for her head. This villainous traitor would not escape punishment.
Before entering the clearing, she was well aware of the would-be assassin’s location. He had been tracking her from upwind and neglected to take into account her allies.
I wondered for a moment if I should make this execution swift, or if I would find it more satisfying to toy with her before ending this betrayer.
In my hesitation, I left myself vulnerable. A barrage of acorns dropping like missiles followed loud squawking accompanied by frantic wing flaps to my head. I dropped my rifle and scrambled back into the cover of the forest.
I calmed my breathing and peeked out from under a fallen tree to see the winged co-conspirators high-five her furry little mouse paw. I hissed, and my ears twitched uncontrollably.
I growled and cursed them loudly. “I will get you yet, rodent! Your fowl friends won’t always be here to protect you.”
“Arrogant feline!” She shouted. “When will you accept that you cannot win this cat-and-mouse game?”
– Written for Cracked Flash: Year 1, Week 40, Photo and first sentence prompt, “That was the dumbest assassin she’d ever seen.” WC 228.