Sevenling (she thought she) *

She thought she had no limits,
but she just couldn’t listen anymore.
She’d had all she could take.

He’d run out of things to say,
decided to save his wasted breath.
He zipped his lips forever.

Silence equals solitude

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*Not familiar with the Sevenling form? You can read all about it HERE.
Fair Warning: Addictive
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Fandango’s One Word Challenge
FOWC – 02.17.23
~ Equal ~

My Wednesday Morning Sijo.
(Not familiar with the form? Read about it HERE)

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He answers the phone and then he
…..answers it again and again.
There’s someone he needs to talk to;
…..but he’s not expecting her call.
He just keeps his fingers crossed and
…..answers and answers and answers.

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Wednesday Sijo Poetry
02.15.23 – Challenge #49
~ Disappointment ~

Survival (Triptych)

They trade foot massage
ignoring the Nightly News
—survival tactic—

He sings her love songs
—she’s never heard the lyrics—
(improvisation)

She bids him sweet dreams
He falls asleep beside her
–does as he is told–
She pours his sunrise coffee
(He believes he’s still dreaming)

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Linked Senryu/Senryu/Tanka for
dVerse Poets Pub
Tuesday Poetics
~ Love, Plainly Stated ~

(FYI: I used to have an alias…)
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What Happened to Elmo Zelbo

It was supposed to be
just another hammer lock
intended to subdue
but the sound of
cracking walnuts
told Officer Krupke
his twisted sense of duty
had taken him too far.

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Tuesday Twiglet #312
~ cracking walnuts ~
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He showed up at 12:37 AM
way back then
so
he’s just under 8 hours
into year #73
so
he’s only been around for 72 years
which means
he’s only been around for 26,298 days
so
he’s only been around for 632,152 hours.

ie:
37,929,120 minutes
(2,275,747,200 seconds)

(He doesn’t usually take inventory
but
one day out of the year
he’s kind of a numbers nerd
so…)

Enough about that.
Let’s move on.

He says his fingers are tired.

I’m very pleased that my flasher (“Payback”) is up today at A Story In 100 Words, the fine online journal that brings us outstanding flash fiction on a daily basis.

Huge thanks to Editor Decater Orlando Collins (aka “doc”) for selecting this piece.

Read Payback Here
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I’ve got a pretty good track record with this journal. Payback brings my 100-word success list up to an even dozen.  Here are my previous successes:

Read Ron.’s Other 100-Worders Here

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Motley Morning Blur Blues

Blursday morning he
measures out his life
in coffee spoons and
eyedropper hash oil,
polishes off the last of
her home-made bread
in smallish hand-cut
French toast cubes,
wanders over to his
desk and sits, wonders
why she told him she
thought his toes looked
kind of purplish-blue and
that she’d prefer to go
shopping by herself,
thank you very much.

Then it comes to him:
Blursday; it’s Blursday
and it’s way too early
to do anything at all
about anything at all.

Let it all just sit & wait.
Tomorrow’s Fried Day;
with any luck at all
he’ll be older & smarter,
maybe even more wise.

Maybe then he can, umm…

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Ragtag Daily Prompt
RDP 02.09.2023
~ Motley ~
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My Wednesday Morning Sijo.
(Not familiar with the form? Read about it HERE)

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I have struggled, staying in line;
….. wondering, sometimes, why I should:
don’t know any worthy leaders;
….. not sure I was born to follow,
and couldn’t keep up anyway
….. without her here to hold my hand.

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Wednesday Sijo Poetry
02.08.23 – Challenge #48
~ Pace ~
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When did
“I’m going to have a cup of coffee”
become “Ahmo hava…”?
Dunno.

Maybe it’s
Tuesday? Check.
Morning? Check.
Tuesday morning? Ummm…
Check?

Wait; what would Albert or Isaac say?

Everything bad happens on Tuesday:
– You’re out of your morning coffee’s Kahlua
– You confuse Asimov with Einstein
(or the other way around)
– You have to make a shopping list because
you can’t go shopping without one and
you have to make yourself shop.

Tuesday? Really?
I better check.

Eyeball. Windowpain. Ick.

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Today’s Morning Page
And
Tuesday Twiglet #311
~ eyeing it ~
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It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem.

This week, our host De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) challenges us to create a quad using the word “Star” or some variant thereof.

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Tour Guide

Just before our first kiss
she pointed up at the sun
and said, “Call it what you like,
but where I come from
lovers hold hands 
and gaze up at it
—the brightest star
in the midnight sky—
and fall more deeply in love.”

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dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #169
~ A Star Is Born ~
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