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Me — Myself — and I

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet – Sept. 16, 2021

A BOUQUET

A Short Story to entertain! Titled: Me – Myself – and I

A party for me, myself and I, with beautiful decorations, are planned. Beautiful Bouquets will be placed here and there, along with ribbons and bows.


I love presents, and I hope I get lots and lots of gifts. Flowers too!
I am so excited! After all, it is my special day!


I need a new dress, and I hope I have a good hair day! I think I will put a bouquet of pins in my hair. I have such lovely hair, I want to show it off.


Finally, the day arrived, and everyone was coming! Everyone that I invited, that is.
I, I, and I nothing else seems important than what I want.


The sound of the doorbell ringing was music to my ears, each time, it meant a new gift for me.
The presents were all neatly stacked around the decorative bouquets, but one of them was rather strange because it was round in shape. Oh well! I wondered! Round is good. It has no end!
Upon opening the gifts and tossing them from right to left, she grabbed that box very brightly wrapped with a circular form.
What!
What kind of gift is this, a box without a bottom? Putting her hand into the package, it seemed to go down as far as she could reach; she stretched her arm but felt nothing. Raising her hand as she reached for the card; the card, she neglected to read, it said: Stop reaching DOWN to SELF, reach UP to find your BOUQUET from God.

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A very scary short story — right here!

Oh my! I have been reading here on WordPress who have confessed their blogs have evolved; let me add mine to the list.
First, being introduced to prompts/challenges, and then poetry; now, I am having great fun writing short stories.


Below my post is combined with two prompts the word LEAN from Fantango and Eugi’s Weekly, the word MIDNIGHT.

My story begins … ******************

Drenching rain pouring, without warning, looking out the window, the rocks set there in the landscape looked like a waterfall.





The darkness seemed as MIDNIGHT, too dark for noonday.

Shadows caught my imagination

Adding to the eerieness, the electricity ceased, while shadows caught my imagination off guard; being home alone at this time was quite unnerving!


Howling like a wounded Coyote, I heard the wind plunge against the house; the trees LEANed against the fence.

I jumped! I knew to keep calm is easier said than done.

YET!

Like a shot, the rain stopped. A few moments later, the front door opened, a voice said, “anything new.”

Sighing!

I replied, “just another boring day, mom.”

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A LIFETIME of WAITING … who needs it?

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Swirling – March 25, 2021

By Eugenia

Stop Swirling Around like a whirlpool

Is life going too fast for you!

Is it any wonder why good stories begin with “Once upon a Time.”

A tip of slowing time if you think it’s going too fast. Watch the clock while anxious for it to reach the top of the hour to start your action. Or stand in the kitchen, not moving, waiting for the water to boil, suddenly it begins to swirl, bubble while swirling into a fury.

Time is life, don’t waste it. Stop the wait stop the fury! Stop allowing your mind to spin and swirl with hopes and desires that may never come your way. Instead, either relax and pray for that peace of soul, accept what blessings you have. In other words, Stop waiting for it to happen either make it happen or move on. Before you know it, life will end, and so will your waiting.

My husband, who passed away eight years ago, would often say. ” If you can do something, do it, or if you can’t do anything about it, don’t worry.”

“Pray and don’t worry,” a motto of Padre Pio. He, through an act of God, Padre Pio being blessed with stigmata, thereby provoking both interest and controversy as most miracles are often questioned. I have adopted his motto, “Pray and don’t worry,” my rule of life because it works!

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The Video that inspired a Poem

Thank you Eugenia for the inspiration!

This jewel of a short video came across my feed today.

Why wouldn’t God create with His signature?
Taking those numbers ( if you watched the video,) I attempted to write a poem with a syllable count of 10 – 5 – 6 – 5,
using four lines.

The world and we shouldn’t be surprised to see
His signature blazed
He the Master Builder!
Why are you amazed?

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The Mystery of LIFE

Today, Monday, October 5, Eugi’s Weekly offers us an interesting PROMPT, designed to inspire! The word MYSTICAL, a creative writing is in order. Mine below is a form of poetry known as Haibun with Haiku. Click here to join

Mystical

“Time,” time is mystical in the sense of its meaning. What is TIME?
Past, Present, and Future three in one a trinity!
The past FINISHED
The present NOW
The future TO COME
Reminds me of another Trinty, Father, the Creator of all; past!
Son, the Redeemer of all, presently now on earth we know, love, and serve Him while the Holy Ghost guides us to Heaven’s future home. Indeed, this is mystical and a mystery of our Faith.

Our time now look, seek
Mystery of Truth to find
Mystical glaring

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He has the Whole World in His HANDS

Looking at the cheat sheet over at Colleen’s site I thought I would try two different forms of poetry. The first form is called a Crapsey cinquain with a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2. Read below:

Night Sky
Look up, not down
Dark yet bright, the moon glows!
Supernatural is waiting
For you!

  

The second form from Colleen’s site is a 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5 the form is a Shadorma, my attempt is read here:

The Night Sky
Look up, never down
High so low
Birds can pierce!
Gleaming Stars Lightning showing
Immortality!

The Whole World in His Hand

Also this post of mine would fit, I believe, with another challenge by Eugi’s COSMOS. Thanks you Eugi’s Causerie.

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Try this, when the LEAVES BEGIN TO FALL!

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The Falling of the Leaves

The time is now! Why?
Because it’s time for a change;
Not an end! Instead
Time for skeleton leaves fun!
Now fun begins time is now.

SkeletonLeaves
Search the web for instructions
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End means BEGINNING

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Transition” August 24, 2020

 

Pondering on a phrase I heard in an old black and white movie I watched on Youtube recently. “The end only means a new beginning.” TRANSITION for lack of a better word.

At birth, the beginning of life created body and soul. Even when the body dies, it is the beginning of new life for our soul. Believe it or not! Time will tell! Eternity?  HandOfGod

As we mature, each birthday ends a year but begins a new year.
We as children graduate from school ending, but beginning an adult life.
Let’s look at the little things we do. Our workday ends, relaxation begins.
We fall asleep only to awake to the beginning of a new day.

There is an end to the “temporal” of this world. A movie; ends! Read a book until the end! Music ends! Our pets, plants their life ends! Why?
Because these things only pertain to the present life of this world. They are temporary, not eternal. Their souls are mortal, not immortal, as endless.

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As Night meets Day, the Battle!

At midnight, we begin a new day, although dark as night always is.
Time continues to tick-tock, minutes pass, we sleep. Tossing and turning, we await Twilight— the battle approaches, Twilight —  the time that gets in the way of darkness. At last! Sunrise to announce the winner, Dawn!
All this unknown — we sleep! We dream while angels watch!

Peep, peep, sing, sing a little bird, have woken our sleepy eyes, and night has met a new day. Our sleepytime over when it is over said and done it was a time, and there was never enough of it. A new day what will it bring? I wonder!

Happiness is that first cup of coffee!

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