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Friday Fantasy ~ She Knows Not When ~ #poetry

06 Friday Jul 2018

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Night appears and chases day

Stands to watch the starlight play

Noticing one that outshines the rest

Reflecting, a glow, upon her chest

Wraps her in stardust, ever true

She watches, as mountains fade from view

No longer does the sun remain

Darkness, once again, shall reign

As she blends in with the midnight sky

And stars gently twinkle, before they die

For she is the one who chased away light

Beauty now gone, from her blinded sight

Once she was a beacon, to shine the way

Now, in the dark, filled with dismay

Hoping one day, she will shine, again

She can only wait, for she knows not when

 

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Forever Dear ~ #poetry

05 Thursday Jul 2018

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She lets me know when she is near

Her footsteps in the hallway, clear

Doors that open when no one’s home

She always knows when I’m alone

And yes, at times, she’ll find a tree

As a cardinal, there to comfort me

Her song so sweet, to my own ear

My guardian angel, forever dear

 

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Unexpected Revelations ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

05 Thursday Jul 2018

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Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice!  If you’ve  missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!


As luck would have it, it was my room key and soon we were all slumped over the small coffee table in the middle of the room. Ideas went back and forth, some good, some not, until Mildred (not her real name, of course. I’d be silly to tell you that), had an unexpected revelation.

Now if I told you about this revelation, it would give it all away, right? So I’ll just let you stew a bit before bringing it to the forefront. I’m sure you understand. Okay, back we go.

Cory (not his name either), Fred (you know) and I waited as Mildred let us in on her idea. What if ~M was not as powerful as she had led us all to believe? What if she not only had a flaw, but a soft spot, too?. Mildred’s revelation? Dirt. Yep. Dirt. Imagine that.

It seemed we need only to deliver fresh dirt to ~M’s home so she could stick her feet in it. But here’s the catch. After more thought, we decided it wouldn’t be real dirt. Nope, it would be wet cement, disguised as dirt. Once she stuck her feet in, she’d never be able to get out.

Wait, what did you say? You don’t think that will work? The cement will dry too quickly? Sigh. I think you’re right. Back to the drawing board. Surely, there had to be a way to get to this mastermind once and for all.

Again? Now what? Just use regular dirt to keep her occupied? You really think that will work? Looking around, I realized there was no one else in the room, except the other three, who had worried looks on their faces, while trying to figure out who I was talking to. I guess it was time to take a break and get some food into us. Grabbing a menu, we ordered Chinese, had it delivered and worked while we ate.  Chop sticks were never my cup of tea, so after much of my dinner was on me, instead of in me, I reached for a fork and finished what was left of my dinner.  Hoping the fortune cookie had the answers, I quickly broke one open and read it.  No such luck.  It said “Better luck next fortune”.  Who writes these??

Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…

 

July Writing Prompt – Unexpected revelations – Day 5/31

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#TBT ~ Misunderstood – #poetry

05 Thursday Jul 2018

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I write in a genre

Oft misunderstood

I’ve tried to explain it

The best that I could

These aren’t just words

That float in my head

They are my soul

Releasing instead

The passion inside me

Pounding deep in my heart

I am a writer, a poet

And my words I impart

On all who will listen

This is my true devotion

Flowing out from within

Like my endless emotion

 

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Spontaneous Eruptions ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

04 Wednesday Jul 2018

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Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice!  If you’ve  missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!


I waited, impatiently, pacing like a junkyard dog looking for its next meal. The plane was late. The last I saw was a delay of 30 minutes. There was only so long I could hang around the baggage claim before someone got suspicious. I watched, as each jet taxied in from the tarmac, hooked up with its gate, and let the passengers off, into the airport. Time was running thin. Finally, the board lit up, announcing the arrival of Flight 608 from Newark. But something wasn’t right.

As the plane came to a stop, and the ramp attached, the door was immediately thrown open, and the passengers fled in all directions. Some of them were green, still others holding their hands over their nose and mouth, while one woman was actually carried off in a stretcher. There was no sight of the team I was waiting for. My heart sank. What on Earth could have happened?

I stopped one of the passengers, who had slowed down enough for me to do so, and asked what was going on. He preceded to tell me, in between gagging, that there had been several passengers on board with excessive gas issues, so much so, the plane had to be evacuated as soon as it hit the gate. I believed he referred to it as spontaneous eruptions. So that was their plan. It was all I could do to keep from laughing in the poor man’s face.

I felt my cell phone vibrate. It was my team, who had exited the plane through the baggage compartment in the underbelly. Everyone was so busy trying to get away from the stench, they never noticed them slip away. Genius, I say, pure genius. But there was no time to celebrate now. We needed to get back to my hotel and get busy. Except, I forgot the name of my hotel. Good thing I had my room key! I think it’s my room. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

 

Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…

 

July Writing Prompt – Spontaneous eruptions – Day 4/31

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