Haiku

Her panic arrived

Like a sudden summer rain

Drenching decisions

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For the Muse #53

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Why is it remembered?

Why is it remembered?
Sometimes an insignificant moment in time.
Not especially happy, sad or life-changing.
Nevertheless, it is remembered as if it were yesterday.
Like being four years old eating jelly toast.
Made by momma in her pink and black tiled kitchen.


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For The Sunday Muse.
Exactly 44 words

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A Celebration of Color

A celebration of color.
Emits a meditative sense of calm.
A prism of light radiating hope.
I could sit in a quiet empty chapel…
Feel the window wash over me.
Let the intensity of the stained glass…
Uplift and enlighten my soul.

For The Sunday Muse #51

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"It's Your Lucky Day Spa"

I’m relaxing on a luxurious bed in a semi-private room at the “It's Your Lucky Day Spa”.
The last thing I remember, it was dusk and I was on the final stretch of a trail located in
The Great Smokey Mountains. I slowly pull the warm towel down past my right eye. Lying on the bed across the room is a very pretty lady covered in a glowing body mask. On closer inspection, I’m also lavishly covered in the radiant substance. Betty the owner is, in fact, a lightning bug. She is tall and slender and walks around on a pair of her six legs. Betty has beautiful wings but her abdomen is her best feature. She clearly works out on a regular basis and the flirty flicker from her abdomen proves it. She’s one beautiful beetle and she rejuvenates your body and mind with lightning speed. That is what it says on the salon menu framed on the wall. She tells me “I do declare you have wonderful skin and you are as cute as a button”. I am flattered and can feel my face flush a little. There are two hair stylists in the next room. They are lovely young ladies cutting and perming hair while gossiping with their clients. Apparently, Rosa one of the patrons is having hard times with her husband Tom of twenty years. Hannah the stylist and Rosa are hashing through all the sorted details and Rosa seems relieved to have Hannah listen to her.  Another stylist Rita walks into the room to ask Betty where she has stashed the extra perm solution. “Don’t have a hissy fit, honey, It’s in the bottom row of cabinets on the right” squeaks Betty. And with those words from Betty, I’m off the trail at my car in the parking lot. I notice my skin is radiant and glowing and does, in fact, feel rejuvenated. I have a ravenous craving for a slimy slug or perhaps a worm or snail. Under the windshield wiper blade is a flyer for the “It’s Your Lucky Day Spa” with a twenty percent off coupon for a service of your choice and a lovely photo of Betty.

This was fun, I'm not sure I mastered the prompt at all though.

Telling Tales with Magaly. #2 Magical Realism.

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Cherry Blossoms

She sits in the bay window seat...
Look’s out at the lush garden.
Watches the wind erase pink cherry blossoms,
From the lush green canvas.
Knees drew to her chest…
She paints her toes black cherry chutney.
Thumbs through her flower catalog,
While she waits for them to dry.



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For the Wednesday Muse #2


I love cherry blossoms and we were lucky to have

gone to a cherry blossom festival in South Korea

several years ago. A gorgeous sight.