A duality exists in our
Humanest of natures.
Traces of both
Good: Generosity, kindness, heroism, shades of the divine.
And of Evil: Selfishness, manipulation, deceit, even cruelty.
If we are, each of us, honest, we know this is true even of ourselves. For consideration, this: Which do we prefer?
Daily Prompt: Trace
One step (or three, many more) too far,
Opportunities long since gone.
To come clean and do what’s right
To all those who’ve been wronged.
The world watches, stunned and weary.
Some respond with glee.
Several now just shake their heads
“We’re witnessing history.”
Daily Prompt: Precipice
Each day I’m more perplexed.
Stories going this way and that.
Dangerous pathways
Every single one of them.
Madness…
Daily Prompt: Maze
I wish to pursue that which I have perused….
Daily Prompt: Pursue
A most unattractive state,
Off-putting.
Makes me feel small:
Thus, to be avoided.
It doesn’t matter if I’m giving off this vibe
Or if I’m in the vicinity of someone else who is.
Best to pursue one’s own excellence
Than to grumble and grouse in regard to someone else’s
Or the perceived unfairness thereof.
At the end of the day, just get over it!
Daily Prompt: Bitter
Grabbing a light jacket
She dashed out the front door.
With not a clue as to her destination
Or with an objective in mind.
All she knew,
All that she could concentrate on
Was knowing…
Knowing that he now knew.
And that simple knowledge terrified her.
Daily Prompt: Panicked
A grassy bank
Blue sky overhead
Fluffy white clouds
Tall grasses swaying in the wind.
Teenage years
Always filled with angst.
Yearning, discovery
Sometimes pain and loss.
I remember lying there
Wondering about the world.
Idealistic brain babblings.
So sure of how things should be.
Trying to figure it out
‘Where do I fit in?’
And sometimes, that small voice:
‘Do I fit in? Do I belong?’
All these years later
I can still visualize that one particular moment.
So unaware of what was yet to come.
Considering this, the future is not so daunting.
Always, one foot forward.
What else are you going to do?
My father’s sawmill:
Lovingly built and nurtured
For more than fifty years.
He got into the business
Grudgingly, at first
From my mother’s dad.
Prostate cancer took Daddy from us
He’d lived a good life.
I miss him.
It’s sad that no one
Took over the mill.
No one to carry on his legacy.
So. We simply remember
With joy and with pride.
Daily Prompt: Apprentice
The bar scene: Strobe lights, dancing,
Saturday Night Fever.
Places to shake your groove thing.
To see — and be seen. Guys, take note!
Girlfriends all made up, on the prowl
Going out on the town.
Best duds (new duds), eyes made up a bit too much: Spider Eyes.
High heels, wobbly as all get out but dang girl – so sexy!
Charlie, Opium.
White Shoulders, Enjoli.
Avon Sweet Honesty. Musk.
Love’s Baby Soft ~
“What’s that you’re wearing? Bug spray?!”
Perhaps not as hot as I’d hoped for, I’m afraid. Ah, youth.
Daily Prompt: Perfume
Ark-knark.
Foufrou bow.
Squeester, please.
Do it now.
Crunkus, funkus
Twister bee.
Zippity, dippity
Oh groovus me!
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