Today’s prompt: hat
Nineteen average pretties
Wardrobe immense dollars save
Think back blue bucket hats rave
Tears suppressed start flow
Mother daughter matching clothes
Memory bank stored
Summer beach days bucket hats
Soft top wide floppy brim shaped
Today’s prompt: ‘a phrase you grew up with’
The first one that came to mind when I read this week’s prompt:
“Speak the truth and shame the devil.”
This common saying recorded by preacher, Hugh Latimer, dates
back to year 1555.
It’s a belief I’ve practiced my entire life. which backfired a few times
leaving me thinking why I didn’t conceal the truth.
I’m thankful to God that I maintained that persona and passed it down
to my children.
Today I can look in the mirror. wrinkles and all, and know I followed the
The adverse effect of not telling the truth could result in lots of confusion.
miscommunication and hurtful feelings towards friends and loved ones.
Also, as we age our memory recall changes (not for the better).
If you tell the truth, the truth remains the same and no need to wonder
about words and comments.
Today’s prompt words: zip – zero – zilch
zip code braggart behavior
zilch title winner
prompt words: to – too – two
Too old require rest
Two phones’ rings dings calls texts spam
To sleep night switch off
Today’s prompt: knows – nose – noes
whoever knows grief
peanut butter spreads
hardship sandwich basket noes
scents floral nose recalls sharp
time evolves pain remains
death forever transforms is
newspaper riddle once heard
black white red ‘read’ all over
tale now do what’s best for you
those walked path selfsame
understand wherewithal those
lateral inversion twist
Half-way thru month of hellish occurrences led me on a search.
I found this line from Shakespeare’s play, Hamlet, a message per se.
“To thine own self be true.”
Today’s prompt: ‘how’
how thee supposed feel
words absence actions
stare in mirror facial grin
rational awkward banquet
Today’s prompt: ‘tip’
Accumulation notes lists
Writers’ tip finish last step
Refrain leave for tomorrow
This week’s prompt: ‘trip’
Today I was making progress in my minimalism
process with the overwhelming number of folders on
my computer screen when:
I inadvertently tripped a switch which took me back
down memory lane and up popped a forgotten
program containing ‘personal archived’ documents.
Bummed out, burned out for the past few days I couldn’t
force myself to write ‘anything’. I felt like the power of
words deserted me, disappeared altogether.
I’d asked myself why from time to time I experience this
The answer points to certain posts I see on social media,
(news articles and a few personal ones).
I decided both of these are ‘toxic’ to me and today I have
yet to access either. Brownie points earned!!
After breakfast I read the document on my PC screen. It
brought back nice memories and also reinforced recent
thoughts on the definition of true friendships and how
they are such a rarity in today’s society.
I read line after line of notes taken and then words ‘integrity’
combined with ‘breathtaking beauty’ appeared with regard
to a high school classmate who’d ventured north in search
of a simpler life and created a booming engineering firm.
At the time he’d messaged me, he was widowed and suffering
from the debilitating disease MS. His residence was a nursing
home with most beautiful scenic landscapes.
For most, day-to-day life in a nursing home void of family members
local would be a most depressing prospect. This man chose courage.
Never once did he complain about his situation and he continually
kept a positive attitude.
During good weather he’d seek a sunny spot outdoors taking
advantage of life’s surrounding beauty while confined to his
He never let on the seriousness of his progressive illness.
I had no idea until nearing the end of his life his method of
communication to the outside world was solely through head
He (more of a stranger than family) kept in touch sharing
nice messages with a small circle of hometown friends.
As I read over my notes, I still remember the day he sent me
a new release from my favorite Australian country music artist.
Imagine a man with a disability found time to brighten my day.
Fake friends are easy to find. Many folks know you when all is
fine then suddenly forget you when your life becomes tough.
Was my tripping across these notes a message heaven-sent
from a departed loved one not to break boundaries to ensure
another likes you.
Food for thought!!
prompt: ‘way to go’
Way to go move forward slow
New chapter ahead
Onboard hopeful newcomers
Total trustworthy people
Ground cover ice snow
Below freeze outdoor degrees
Morn’ thoughts ‘rest‘ relax
Pajamas warm ‘n cozy
Drinks hot tea cocoa please thanks