turning a page her roots shuddered shook and smiled sensing the warm air.
life in motion
Girlie on the Edge thursday six sentence story: swing
it is the pendulum’s nature when in motion to swing from side to side. edgar allen poe is one of those writers who opened the windows to my imagination when i read his story “the pit and the pendulum.” forever it will be the arc of a sharp blade, with the swagger of the terminator, swinging back and forth intent upon the doom of death. and yet flipping the coin, there is another of a sandy beach, a set of swings and laughter unending. how i loved to go to the beach and swing to my hearts content. life was in bloom when i learned how to swing.
bewildered and bothered
three things challenge mm#368: drown, dash, dirty
shaking off the dirty dirt
there are no longer any rules
cracking open a watermelon
the sweet taste dripping
black seeds falling
drowned in a dream
soaking wet
the hasty dash to dry ground
the strand
Ragtag Daily Prompt Wednesday: Stroll
it’s not so much about the where but the what. what is it that beckons me to come and take a silent stroll along the strand in the late evening where quiet reigns–the air heavy with moisture, coupled with a salty breeze and the coolness of midnight glittering with stars. as always there is the sound of a shoreline break echoing back from the houses anchored firmly at the end of the sand controlled by a short wall. closing the door, walking down the few steps i started in a leisurely fashion, enjoying the melodic music of continuous waves, the scent of the sea and the brightness of a full moon. meeting no one, it appears as if the world is asleep, snoring gently, lulled by the evening calm the sea offers to everyone who perceives the gift imparted.
shine
protruding and full of promises
the itty bitty life within
shifting from 1 life to 2
beautiful baby boy
breathing on his own
awakened world
here i am
mother
hood
tanka tuesday nonet