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!
She no longer earned a salary
Or laid out the next day’s outfits
All so very color coordinated: Blouse, earrings, the shoes on her feet.
The office was no longer her thing.
But that did not mean
She no longer had worth.
There are other ways
Of making a contribution.
Figuring out just exactly what that entailed.
That was the real challenge.
Not knowing the answers just yet
Did not mean they weren’t there to be had.
Exhausted.
Utterly, utterly exhausted.
Oh, but that was fun. Let’s do it again!!
Daily Prompt: Knackered
She tries to be a good girl
And only eat one or two.
How well they’re made is a better indicator of the result
Than any willpower she might possess.
Oh.
And ketchup – that’s a must….
Daily Prompt: Fry
The alarm ruled my days
And SAT/SUN were my carrots.
They were devoured, yet savored.
Required tasks done quickly
In order to yield maximum downtime.
Books to read, walks to enjoy, relaxation = joy.
Now, my own time spreads out before me
Like a vast ocean.
I’m sailing uncharted seas.
An entirely new paradigm.
Rather than peering forward, slogging through five for two places of rest,
Time = Islands = Respite
No longer applies.
I can do what I wish to now.
Later, there may be other, different carrots to propel me forward, through my days.
But for now, I no longer seek ‘land’ on the horizon to get my bearings.
The dimension of time now provides a new perspective.
Opportunities abound,
And I continue to wrap my head around the possibilities.
Quiet days,
Hampered by a gloomy view
Looking out our ‘sunroom’ window.
But our lights shine from within
Do they not?
What an odd name for fizzy pleasure.
Pink and blue makes purple
And white foamy bubbles.
Water not too hot
But quite hot enough.
A calming, clean scent
With a hint of slickness to oil my skin.
Escape.
Quiet escape.
A place to lie still
Until the water cools just enough
To warrant another torrent of hot H2O.
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