Inspired by Sadje’s Sunday Poser #3 & The Sunday Whirl #483
with wind prodding me towards home
tender reminders and gratitude
fill my essence as
i feed on the love shown me
no frill or pomp and circumstance
nor silver spoon of connections born
my friends, my tribe
they flow alongside my road traveled
no words mince, no hearts break
i transfer a kiss to my finger
with a smile and gratitude, place it firmly
on the lips of my family
The slit in her dress made me want to trace down it with my finger—the exotic print and her lovely figure so inviting. Her angelic face and demeanor hinted as much as the edge of my sinewy flesh brushed along the white lace of her evening wear. I began to listen to her softly sighing in the still room as her back started to arch. Our bodies are drawn into an infinite embrace. Wild, feverish fumblings in that moment hastily demanded a connection, one with an intense pitch.
Her husband’s insistent knock on the bathroom door sadly interrupted our desires.
I hope we all answer the call for justice. Voting in this election is paramount! It would rattle me if things went differently than I hope they will. Word on the street is victory belongs to us, but until it’s confirmed, who knows?
These last few years, I’ve been feeling shame for this country for choosing a path of hatred and division. Yet, I’ve also seen hands come together for the common good. This Fall, a bell will toll for one side.
We are at a crossroads, and I suspect there will be quite a few butthurt people.
Maybe me?
A note to all eligible voters out there, PLEASE do you civic duty and VOTE!!
We need you now more than ever!
Why deny me food? I realized then I had so much more to endure. This monster apparently liked his victims trim. His laugh beyond the door made me focus anxiously in that direction. I started to stretch to keep from shivering; a dry heave rose to my throat. I forced myself to picture the grand applause from people cheering at the gymnastics tournament, not one singular error during my set. I was so proud of myself. What began as triumph quickly began to wilt and crack like fragile gold foil after I was forced into the back of a van.
Little Maddie could feel the sting on her skin, right below the bend of her arm. She cried so hard; it broke my heart as I watched her pull on the frilly lace of her sleeve. The wasp had pricked through on a recent scar—first, the trike accident, now this.
I scanned the list of numbers on the fridge and made the call to the doctor. He suggested a couple of tabs of Tylenol and to spread some anti-itch gel on the sting, making sure to remove the stinger first. Naturally, I managed to spill it all over my hands.
Dennis made a grim discovery. His eyes widened and remained unblinking, misting up, forcing a tear to dribble down his face. A heavy groan filled with pity and disgust escaped his lips. He knew he would simply acquiesce because he was now an accomplice to the horrific scene. Dennis wanted to bawl loudly, almost wailing his anguish, but instead, he forced himself to shrug off his intense feelings and silently lament his situation. He knew he couldn’t ruffle the organization’s feathers if he made it known they butchered their enemies.
Inevitably, Dennis forced himself to inhale deeply to calm down.
“This is a risk with the power on,” the captain said, visibly shaking.
“Look, we have a contract with Air Lingus, not you. This plane won’t make the flight on time otherwise.”
“I highly doubt it will be a catastrophe; they can replace the jet,” the captain says calmly.”
“Yes, but they will strip me of my bonus. It’s not like you are going to die if you get on board the jet with the juice on.”
With his gaze cast down, continuing his work, the electrician looked like the victim of an assault. “This isn’t a crisis right now!”
The hypocrisy of the GOP is astounding!
I harshly wrapped the foil around the sad filet. Hopefully, the dill, butter, and lemon would liven the salmon up a bit.
This whole administration is a hoax!
I am growling as I prepare my cat‘s nice lunch.
Why, how did we end up with such an uninformed electorate? I miss sanity. How can people watch this crap on Fox? How can they trust that show? They are liars, these so-called friends.
I prepare to leave for my cottage. Far, far away from the news, social media, everything which negatively taints my reality.
Two Mindsets
Oh, that was a cute turtle until that ruthless hawk made him lunch. Well, that’s the democratic way – Kill or be killed! The weaker player in the game of life who deserved to be dead.
Au contraire! This is the Republican’s idea of justice. It’s disgusting. But, you watch, all the sick sycophants of the GOP will eventually end. It won’t be a sad day when they and tRump are over. There will be no sorrow, only joy because we will have ruined them and their evil ways! We will rule over them then!
Well, aren’t you a hypocrite?
Like a scene right out of On Golden Pond, her face displayed joy, hearing the loon in the distance! She tried to flex her ear in the magical sound’s direction, her forehead developing a tense crease line as she strained to hear. The calls began to fade.
‘Le sigh,’ she uttered, gazing at the gardens in full bloom. She was glad to be present here. Thankfully, the job didn’t put a wrinkle in her plans.
With the moon her companion, seeing it reflect on the pond, she pondered how to overcome her sorrow. Time hadn’t given her near enough relief.
