Wordle – Shopping, & other tortures

1. Hipster

2. Impulsive

3. Elision (n)) the omission of a vowel, consonant, or syllable in pronunciation.)

4. Stepdaughter

5. Murmurous

6. Creative

7. Letdown

8. Stealth

9. Impoverished

10. Hitchhike

11. Decrypt

12. Namelessness

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

“Nique. Isn’t it?!” my hipster stepdaughter impulsively attacks the clothing rack and English language through elision.

My eyes see print of creative colored flowers on black. To me Namelessness and impoverished payer, chooses between murmurous and stealth replies. Liking something means it’s too old & not liking it too quickly means it’s prefect. Logic has hitchhiked away from these excursions.

“It’s not my color.” I respond with the sense of letdown that she might consider it. I try to decrypt the look on her fresh face. “Your mom won’t approve of the neckline, of course.”

She stands akimbo in response. “Notin’ but help!”
I smile and look at my phone to check the time. I mutter “Five minutes already?”

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Wishes Were Horses

Hope lifts everything up

Side to side looks shows nothing

I believe in the change

Good things wait for those believing

Time casts long shadows

The faulty logic is upon me

Looking for ideas tattooed possible

Tomorrow wraps dreams in glass

Break only in emergency only

it seems escape means that now

Desperation is your observation

Desire my explanation of today

I remember reading about wishes

If wishes were horses

Then beggars would ride

My white horse is apparently late

Green Sand Beach

There’s a southern most point everywhere. This is the United States most southern point. Sorry Key West or any other territory, this is Hawaii. Technical there is another place that is part of this area but it isn’t a beach or green. And this is the only completly green beech in the world as well. It’s a 2 1/2 mile braided poor excuse for a road (without 4WD a good awful hour wagon each way). Notice the back of the Jeep and top of the cliff in second picture.

But why go? Its a collapsed volcano crater littered with olivine (peridot to those bigger crystals, birthstone for August). You can see deep blue to turquoise waters. Swim or get beat by 7-10 feet waves. But mostly to see exotic beauty of rugged Hawaii.

Bench Seat – FFAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Fandango. Thank you Fandango!

“Jesse! When we said it was time to replace the wood bench, that’s not what we meant.” Rodney looks out the window of the Finast Souvineer Shop Ever.

“Why’d you leave the log there then?!” Jesse looks incredulously after spending a full hour with his chainsaw crafting the bench. “I just don’t see y’all solution here. It sits more than that old one. If they hit this one with a truck, hell it’ll just roll outta the way.”

“Rodney! Come quick! Someone wants to buy that bench out front. ” Julie pulls her husband away from the window. “You need to get another one right quick! There’s a bunch talking about it.”

“I’ll get right on making another one, boss.” Jesse shakes his head.

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Read on a Rock

There are signs

You need to be still

They glow, sometimes blink

Others cry out into the wildness

Hoping they will be heard

Barile message read out

Following requires little

Complications are excuses

Its made obvious for a reason

Mistress of Ceremonies – Worlde

1. calyx [the sepals of a flower, typically forming a whorl that encloses the petals and forms a protective layer around a flower in bud|a cup-like cavity or structure, in particular|a portion of the pelvis of a mammalian kidney|the cavity in a calcareous coral skeleton that surrounds the polyp|the plated body of a crinoid, excluding the stalk and arms]
2. obscure
3. solicit
4. lurid
5. box-cutter [a thin, inexpensive razor-blade knife designed to open cardboard boxes]
6. suede gloves
7. dilettante [a person who cultivates an area of interest, such as the arts, without real commitment or knowledge]
8. glisten
9. espionage
10. drop box [(in weaving) a box situated on either side of the race plate of the loom that is designed to hold shuttles and to bring bobbins of colored thread in line as desired|a secured receptacle into which items such as returned books or videotapes, payments, keys, or donated clothing can be deposited]
11. whisper
12. bounty

Reason lays like a glistening bounty. She wraps herself in suede gloves and an obscure veil of espionage. She leaves the rest of us like empty calyx after the flowers receive box-cutter shave.

We were guilty of whispers of lurid and solicited truths. She, the dilettante that is she, hides her empty thoughts on a drop box painted in abstracts.

After the Flood

On July 15th, this valley had a severe flash flood & a dozen members of one family perished here. The first image is a memorial to a 2 year old child, the second youngest victim.

Image two is a metal picnic table that has been moved a half mile from where it started, and it’s over a hundred pounds.

Image three is a stack of logs and tree trunks almost six feet tall.

Last is the calm river today

Sunday Whirl – Games without Frontiers

It was clear her taunting use of body was a lesson. With the fury of a war mission, despite the price I would pay, disbelief would be no option. I would slide into the dirt beneath her motives if necessary. I can win this game, or so i thought.

Passing Time

“The Devil’s pocket watch had no hands.” Parson Dubois whispers to the pale breeze.

His eyes look for the passage of time or life…Or anything. His wooden bench testament of a barn no longer in use. Much like the rest of the dozen buildings long abandoned that make up Destiny. His world of three dusty rows mistaken for streets.

His mind places people about the store fronts. Ghosts of days gone by. Horses tied to posts. A wagon left half way between coming and going. Sounds of children ring out. Ladies in long dresses meander past lost in conversation about their neighbors.

The church bell clangs behind him. He jumps up to answer. His hands part the brown faded doors. The empty rows of pews lay sleeping. A simple dias with an open book holds service to a lost cause. Yet behind a partial wall there seems to be life.

His stands fast in the middle to gaze out among his missing flock. He knows no-one should have gone past him. His company creates a mystery. Even the ghosts have departed these parts.

From a corner jumps a ten treat old Reggie Whitener. His Amish hat just about swallows his head. His smile lights up the room.

“I waited till I seen Mr Miller..just like you ask of me!” Reggie stands like he is ready to run and chase the wind.

“Well, that’s a good young man.” He speaks faintly while his eyes look upon someone gone to his reward several years earlier. “Now light us a candle and take your place near your momma.”

He gives into the scene. Voices fill a previously empty church. Parson Dubois wipes his eyes of the flow of tears. He is smiling for first time in a long time. His back remains to the church. His pulse kicks up a notch causing a hot flash.

He turns to hear an angel’s voice calling the assembly toward the light. Standing together six and thirty begin to sing. Each face lights up with a soft glow. They all gently sway side to side in rhythm of the hymn. One last beacon of hope from the ashes blown around for a generation.

“You have all come back to me!” he leaves a careless laugh to his words.

The breezes blow past. Through the windows a world grows dark. The faces smile brighter.

“It’s time you came home with us.” They collectively sing.

Parson Dubois falls sidewise on the bench. His pocket watch no longer needs hands either.

FFAW – Good Ole Days

Puff looks over at HR.

“Remember the good ole days…” He pauses turning his head to the sky “We could breath fire and chase a bad child or two.”

“Video games. That’s the problem.” HR Puff’n’stuff looks at his friend “Violence has replaced getting eaten by mystical creatures. Sad. Really sad.”

Puff let’s loose a terrific flame followed by a smoke cloud.

“Knock it off over there!” HR furrows his brows. “They’ll can us for sure. You know open flames are dangerous!”

“Imagination was the key to great adventures.” Puff looks surprised at his friend. “Are we left to be rationalize as irreverent?”

“How’s that rent over in Honalee getting paid?” HR rolls his eyes.

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