*”…The evening was light but gray, and the round old-fashioned lampposts on the harbor were glowing softly from behind the window panes…”
The Endless Beach
by Jenny Colgan
nostalgia
Christmas Nostalgia*
*My Raggedy Ann doll ❤
Weekly Photo Challenge – Vivid
Weekly Photo Challenge – Something Broken
Red ladybug on desert dill, Tucson, Arizona
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Weekly Photo Challenge – Forces of Nature
CB, 9Nov14, Prompt #174, “To Have and to Hold”
Our lives are moments handed down from generation to generation upon which we build a new version based on this foundation. Our lives appear to be heirlooms. Today, write about an heirloom, memento, or keepsake. Describe it, from whom it was given and the strength of the attachment.
Passport
He had his travel suitcase packed
Retirement had come at last
He’d freely roam by sea or land
A destination always planned.
By Dale Frost, CC BY 2.0
Day 23, Granada Camp for Wayward Poets – Your Area Adventures
July 23rd – So tell us about your town, city, state, country…places where you can escape for the day or week to camp, or be amused in a park setting. A place you’ve never been but would like to (have) gone. Be poetic and we’ll be informed and share your locale.
Tide Pool, Pacific Coast
It’s in a little town
where, up late, you can see
chiton’s midnight walk
around
the rocky shoreline,
nightly.
By tsoleau, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0
Day 7, Granada Camp for Wayward Poets – Intense in Tents
July 7th – Your “Bunkie/tent mate” is getting on your nerves. Think of a non-hurtful prank you can play as payback. You can write about the event or of the reaction to it.
“…the only thing to do about love is to love more…” – Author Unknown
For My Honey
Riveting novel
one chapter to go
he snuggled right in
camp light aglow
what’s THIS?!?!
Pages stuck,
in honey of muck, now
he’ll just have to wait,
until we get home.
By Fae, CC-BY-SA 3.0, Image cropped
Daily Post – Snapshot Stories
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Christmas Chaos, Early 1990s
Tucson, Arizona: My husband had just flown in; we were unpacking, putting up our tree, wrapping gifts, cooking, and I had stopped for a moment to give our four dogs some homemade cooked treats.
Rapt Attention, Best Behavior
CB, 21May14, INFORM POETS – STACCATO
On A Roll
He made me laugh through our darkest of days,
So many, many hours ended that way.
Let loose! Let loose! With laughter then,
Who knows when we shall laugh again?
Sit here real close, let me tell you once more:
Let loose your laughter! We fell to the floor!
“Loud! A raucous!” They started to say,
But we didn’t care, just laughed anyway!
“Hush up! Hush up!” Not spoken out,
It would not quiet laughter’s shout.
So, stopping well short of that which they brought,
“Hush up” was something they left there in thought.
Photo courtesy of GraphicStock
Let the Balloons Sail Me Away 