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Cat Nap #WordlessWednesday
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W is for Walls: If Walls Could Talk
Shadows of yesteryear fall long upon the empty walls Reminding me of all the lives lived. If walls could talk would they give up their secrets as easily as a butterfly shedding it’s cacoon. Suitcases forbidden rendezvous loves lost passions found Desperation loneliness death What tales would they tell Would they hold our secrets close Like a friend never divulging our sins.
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Collection of Collections
I have a collection of collections. Does that mean I’m a collector? Maybe a hoarder or just sentimental? Waffles is not happy with the books Edie loves the yarn and ribbons Vinny snuggles in the handmade quilts while Chiquita prefers laundry fresh out of the dryer Porcelain cats and handblow glass Children’s art and pictures at the park Centuries of memories locked in the china cabinet Tiny what-nots on display from some long forgotten travels All the things that make a life collected through the decades packed in boxes brown with age silently waiting for the next generation. Family heirlooms or just stuff? Today’s prompt for Just Jot It…
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The Phantom in the Ceiling
He pauses with trepidation as he hears the toenails tapping above his head. He can not comprehend how it is possible for that noise to be coming from the ceiling. He listens intently. More tapping, pause, more tapping. Now a scurry across the living room ceiling into the kitchen. He cocks his head to one side listening. Nothing. Only silence. He sniffs the air and walks into the kitchen all the time looking up, listening. Another sound, a door, a bark. There it is. The culprit behind that tapping. He looks up knowing someone has invaded his territory. He stands on his hind legs, front paws in the air and barks.…
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Urban Decay #WordlessWednesday
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Echos of a Life
The whir of the air conditioner The hum of the refrigerator The deafening sound of silence Straining to hear the echos of children playing The twitter of birds The conversations of friends The sounds of a life My life Reaching out to the echos of the past I am surrounded by walls Collapsing The world collapsing Emptiness and sadness reach deep into my bones This is not a life This is not what I expected Yet This is all I have Now what do I do?
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For the Love of God and a Good Woman: Margaret’s Grocery
He promised her that if she would marry him he would make her store something the world would come and see. He said he would build her a castle and that is exactly what he did.
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Inspiration from a Dirty Plaster Wall
I was looking through some old writing notebooks today and came across this. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood and myrrh filled the air as the bedside lamp highlighted the imperfections of the ancient plaster wall. The dust of the ages gave the wall a regal patina of antiquity. The oils from a thousand hands had polished the window ledge to perfection. Never had I seen a wall with such history in one small area. The sheer silk curtain danced on the breeze and stirred the scents and the senses. I wrote this while sitting in my room one day relaxing with some incense burning just observing the walls of my…
