Wordle Special – Dessert 

Today we have a theme wordle as suggested by my husband. The other senses will be treated separately. Feel free to add additional sound words to your poem.

1. Fizzy

2. Herb


4. Delicate

5. Acerbic (sour or astringent in taste)

6. Saftig (juicy in Swedish, I just don’t like the word juicy)

7. Buttery

8. Garlic

9. Honeyed

10. Tangy

11. Umami (a category of taste in food (besides sweet, sour, salt, and bitter), corresponding to the flavour of glutamates, especially monosodium glutamate.)

12. Piquant (agreeably pungent or sharp in tasteor flavor; pleasantly biting or tart)

13. Seasoned

14. Smokey

15. Saporous (full of flavor or taste; flavorful.)

Use at least 12 of the words to create a story or poem (we have fifteen this time)

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

Ginger has her own delicate, fizzy personality.  The smokey eyes, honeyed windows to a saporous soul.  I stand transfixed with my seasoned past.  She is a piquant piece of acerbic desire. 

She tricky me into believing the herb and garlic smells hide a buttery meal. I’m here for dessert.  If the food was umami or slivers of glass, I might not even notice.

Collage 28- She Was


We float like to paper boats in a pond. Between the flotsam and jetsom of leaves and flowers made from paper, we make strange haunting melodies.  The piano only needs tuned if you aren’t us.  I disappear at dawn.  A lingering look she leaves through the open window.  A whift of perfume chases after me.  Ten minutes later my phone vibrates you remind me of wait I left behind.  A satchel of poses lights up my light.  The poses flash I miss you in between them.  The car gets turned around quickly.

Another Day

Quiet hushed sounds dance underpale light

Distant leaves still on their branches

Hiding within small birds flutter

Blue Jays and Hawks squawk 

The world pausing as if to breath

There is no stress just life

The light filters out details in the day

The glare hides the peaceful times

For an hour or so tranquility is on display


Beware the Red Cape – The Reconning

“Oh you’re the one they warned me about!” Willie pokes his  long nose through a stand of reeds. The  forest casts a strange color around the young girl in a red cape. 

Jezzibelle breaks her spell from the gentle rays of sunlight and the forest.

“Excuse me? Are you talking to me little wolf! I’m with child. I’m defenseless until my Huntsman boyfriend returns. He’ll kill you! Dead as a doorknob!” She straightens her hair and hood as she talks.   Tugging at the front to hide a bump six months along.

“Jezzibelle, Jezzibelle, Jezzibelle!  Your Huntsman is at home with his wife!   You had him murder my uncle after you killed your grandmother to get her house. Us, wolves, know the truth. But I know your true name!  You can’t hurt me.  You can’t fool me!  My uncle was bringing your grandmother the food you throw out.   We found it every week.   You thought she would die of starvation.  We saved her for a year from you.  But we saw you get the house.And the Huntsman, too.  Oh you’re evil little girl!!  How they ever believed your lies?!  Someday, the Huntsman won’t come back.   It’ll be your baby and just you.   Then we’ll see who fears who.” Willie slinks back to the woods in seek of that elusive rabbit he followed here.

Jezzibelle looks in shock.  How could the little wolf talk to her like that. 

“It’s Le Petit Chaperon Rouge!  Not Jezzibelle.  I’m a victim of men! Cunning animals!  I’m alone with grandmother.  I’m always alone!”  She knows if she says it enough they’ll believe her.

“The Huntsman will come back.  I likes to see me.  He gets to have his way with me.  And get away from that nasty wife and screaming kids….” Her mind wonders about the month since hes been around.  “It’s spring!  Yeah that’s it.  Lots of things move around this time of year.”  She doesn’t know if that’s the reason.  It puts her mind at ease.

“Jezzibelle!  Where are you?!” Her father comes through the woods carrying a bag of grain. “Where the hell are you!”

She loathes the visits.  She needs the help.  The family doesn’t see her much since she started to show a baby bump.  The unwed are frowned upon in the village.  The church threatened to take work from her father.  She has been reminded girls are welcome, but she isn’t a woman without a proper husband.

“You’re alone here still, aren’t you?!” Theodore pokes his head into the cabin of his mother in law.  It’s dingy, dark.  The fireplace is the best thing in it. 

His daughter stares up from the table.  

“Father, you brought me something good!  I love surprises.  I don’t see many people any more.  It’s nice and quite…but I’d love to come back for a day or two.” Jezzibelle pries at her father.  She could get him to do anything…before this.

“Child….child.  I have talked with the deacon.  You are going to have a choice.  Living away from everyone here.  Go to Munich.  Your husband got ate by a bear.  You’re a widow.  The church will take care of setting you up.  You need to work for them.  They’ll give you a penitence.  Make good on it.  Maybe you’ll come back to us…. changed.  A woman.  A right woman.”  He doesn’t look directly at her.  His hands are clinched.  He throws the bag of grain on the floor. “Well, you have a week. The deacon will send a horse for you.  Pack a bag.  Your blessed with a chance.”

“But father!! This is my home!  You….Mother…Grandmother said it would be mine!  Now it’s…” She rebels like every other time.

“You have the demon’s tail for a tongue!  You laid down with a married man.  You bear his fruit inside.  It’ll be evil…unless it’s raised in good light.  Pack your bag.  I’ll bring Mother by before you leave.”


The first hundred or so words were part of a challenge on twisting a fairy tale

But the real path starts here.  Or it did once upon a time….

The trail of breadcrumbs starts here…


The world changed today

Sunlight casts orange glow

Birds sing subtle lyrics from afar

Wind is absent from its post

Leaves refuse to sway or rustle

The drone of car tires carries

Nothing in nature world moves

Time has frozen in the place

What is known as here

Altered not changed things shift

My views are filtered by unseen light

My ears empty void of morning

As I look about my world I question

Is this dream, a passing phase?

Where did my daily habit go?

Slowly chickadees return

They give back a piece of once normal.

Fool – youth exercise

I was once an old fool

I changed my thinking 

It wasn’t my problem 

It was the world’s problem

It’s not the hours

It’s the minutes

The cause is just that

Effects don’t matter

Causalities  are there own fault

I realized the thought was the issue

If the world was more than me

Well that meant I had to absorb that

I’m a rock, stone cold now

You can’t get blood from turnip

Watching them try is fun

But I’ve gotten younger

My mind is free 

Fault is a distraction

Sleep is the world of nothing

Carrying your pain 

Give up rest and relaxation

The problem with youth

It’s wasted in the young

 We should learn to care 

And then forget to save ourselves

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Let’s Meeting Again – Soccer Practice Part 5

The Deupty’s car pulls into Liz’s driveway.  He has circled a dozen times to show his presence.  Every time slowing down by the Greeley house and watching the man mowing the yard.  The old lady could chase him off but not throw him off.  There’s a risk at showing the source of the compliant.  But there’s a clear message too.

Liz comes to the door long before a door bell is needed.  Socks the cat hides under the clamshell chair on the porch.  Socks stands vigil over the porch.   Jesse calls in his location and the response to the call was taken care of.  Liz stands outside and sees the man down the street mowing someone’s yard.  It creates a chill down the spine.  Her eyes follow him. He doesn’t look real.  A robot moving on rails but far from a man.

Jesse looks at her.  She is shaking slightly.  The way someone looks when they don’t want you to know they are scared. 

“He has an aunt down the street.  She chased me off!  Damn, she is part bulldog.  I can’t see anything that William has done.  But he’s called Joshua by her.  There’s nothing on a Joshua Harden, anywhere.  I tried to run facial recognition but there’s a hundred white men close in looks named William.  I don’t have a close up to work with.  There’s not much else, besides drive by him a bunch of times.  Keep my number close.  Watch out for him.  I’ll come running.  Don’t worry!!  I don’t like his kind either.”  Jesse’s word bounce off her.  She is somewhere else.  Her heart was hoping it was her overreacting.  This is too close to home.  

“Does he live there?  Does he live there?!  You got to know at least that much!  He has to have a home. I never looked for the truck, but there it is.  Look!  He’s watching us!  He knows we are talking about him!  What if he comes around my house at night?  I can’t see him in the bushes in the dark!  If he got in, who would find us while we are still alive!  That’s what they do isn’t?  Sneak into your house tie up the woman and rape them.  Hoping they don’t kill you and your kids.  Beg to be taped to spare my son!  What kind of sick game is that!  And you can do nothing but drive around.  ‘Look we are watching you!  Lookee here!  Mr Policeman driving by.  I hope you don’t have bodies in the freezer!  Really! This is what I have to think about.  I’m not meaning to yell at you but I’m not good with this” she points at the man down the street.

Jesse looks at the man.  The man never stopped and isn’t even paying an attention at all to them.  He looks back at a crazy woman.  Her breath is with the force of a dragon.  Deep wells of air purging the deep fears from blaster furnaces of worry.  The heat that burns out minds from living in today for what exists in their minds.  He didn’t want to think it is in her head.  Years of police work leads to instincts the have vision clearer than human eyes.

“Look, I’m here.  I’ll be around.  I can’t just stop him all the time.  Hell, the turn with no signal.  A headlight burned out, speeding..he’s gonna talk to me.  Until then…I have to respect his right to be slightly creepy at times.  He’s not very intimidating.  You flared up at the store and he left.  Go inside watch some tv, play a game with Devon.  If he’s at soccer practice this week, look in the parking lot I’ll be there.

Jesse gets in the car and drives off.  She sits in the clam shell chair and watches him.  He has finished up with the yard.  Ms Greekey talks with him by his truck.  Her arms wave furiously.  He seems to cower back.  He goes to passenger side and emerges with a stack of pink paper . 

 As she goes back toward the house, her eyes follow him on the sidewalk and toward the neighbors house.  His slow gait carries him as he scans the lawn.  His left hand appears to write on the stack of papers.  He goes up the driveway toward the front door.  He stands there looking around the house.  He turns toward the street.  Not enough to she her.  She watches in disbelief, he acts like he belongs here.  He stuffs a pink paper in the mailbox.  Then starts for the next house  walking away from her.  She breaths a deep breath and goes inside.  

“He’s a landscaper.  Ok, he is selling his service door to door.  I’m crazy.  Jesse was trying to tell me.  Maybe crazy attracts crazy.” Liz retreats into her house.  She sits and flicks on the TV. Her minds floats away.  

The door bell rings.  She shuts off the TV   Walking to the door she sees the man, pink paper in hand he looks toward the street.  Fear emboldens her.  She grabs the door handle.  The door flys open and bangs against the wall.  He jumps.  

“What are you doing here!!  I told you to leave me alone!  What is your problem?!”  Her face is beet red.  Her back curls her face out in front of her.  Both arms forced down with clinched fists.  She is rigid and breathing fire.

“I’m doing landscaping work in the area.  You need anything done.  I mow, design..what ever you need?”  Joshua acts as if nothing has happened.

“Are you stupid?!  I’m yelling for you to leave.  You just don’t get it, do you?!” She starts to lose her steam.

“Ok, thanks for your time.” He smiles and turns.

“You are leaving just like that! Really?!” She starts back up.

“I figured you were having a bad day.  It happens.  Sorry, I’ll keep moving.” He won’t look at her now. 

“Ok.  I might have been a little jumpy there.  But you show up at thecstore talking about practice and now you’re here.  It’s a bit creepy!  Don’t get me wrong.  You can go wherever but I’m a little tired of it being where I am.”  She tries to relax.  It doesn’t work. 

“I’ll be going.  You seen me at one store and here.  I think I was wrong about you.” He turns again.

“Now wait just a minute?! What does that mean?!” She continues.

“You out of control.  You have no idea of anyone else, do you? Someone really hurt you.  And here you are taking the world out on a stranger. Or is there something else I did to you?” He turns again.

“That’s a little too funny.  You psychoanalysing me?! You think I am crazy.” She won’t stop now.

“I have a friend, counselor.  I do some child work with him.  It’s easy, if you are strong enough to ask for help.” He reaches in his pocket.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Counseling?!” She is back to furious “I’m really trying to figure out what …you work with kids?  Joshua…..that’s who you talk to?”

“Built.  I talk to Billy.  I’m Joshua.  I got nervous around you.  He has my same given name.  He has hard.”  He gathers himself.  Joshua stands tall on both feet.  He looks taller and more attractive. 

“Oh, no!  You aren’t what I thought. You seemed like a stalker!  You acted like you knew me.” She relaxes.  All defenses fall down like rain.

“I know more about most people.  Here’s what Willie looks like.  You’ll know him instantly.”  His hand never left the left pocket. He removes a small black box.

“You’re right I will.  Oh, wait is that….” She crumbles mid sentence.  A smell of ozone and a crackle tell of a tazer delivering enough volts and amps  to stun someone.  He pushes her backwards.  She slumps to a dull thump.

“You are all the same uptight bitches!  You are better than us.  You judge us.  We beat you at the game.  You’re pathetic.  The sermon was beautiful, more substance then in your heart.”  He reaches into that pocket for a shop cloth and four plastic zip strips. “I’ll just move that SUV out in the street.  A tarp full of clippings is all they will see me move.  Going behind your truck.  Like another day, like another invisible person working around your prefect ass world.  I can’t wait til you start moving around.  I’ll just put this pill under your tongue to keep you relaxed.  You’ll love what wait for you.”

Previous pieces

Part 1

Part 2


Part 3


Part 4



Though I clearly see them 

They are full of empty

Hollow portals to what I should know 

Pools of still water that runs deep 

No Nessie sightings here

No Lady of the Lake rising up

Just a still patch of ink pools

I search for life inside them.

Voyager could not find life 

Nor a better alien landscape

Maybe the chance of seeing you

Maybe that’s what locks me in

But I search endlessly those eyes.