Fresh Air

Here it is, Thursday evening again, so here is my almost-late response to both the paint-chip poetry prompt and this prompt about togetherness. I am responding to these prompts together to make it easier. 🙂 That’s not such a “daring” thing to do, is it? Without further ado, 31 words including one of these paint chips:

Sitting on a park-bench
With you, as nighttime falls,
Watching bunnies come out of
Bushes and tweeting birds retreat —
The sunset comes as we
Relax and breathe — breaths of fresh air.

The Follower

I wasn’t going to post this, but what the heck; here is my response to the MVB prompt: Follower.
Note: in the poem I say “4 or 6 weeks” — that’s the amount of time between severe depressive symptoms. The milder yet no less discouraging (sometimes devastating) symptoms happen 5 or 6 days a week for me. That’s not to say every moment of those harder days is terrible; I often have sincere gratitude for several things by the time the day is over. But it’s really hard, if I’m being honest.
Anyway, on to the poem! This is free-verse.


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Which Pet Is Better?

For FOWC: Amuse and the MVB Prompt: Meow (because I wrote about cats). My family probably won’t get any new pets anytime soon, but maybe I will get my own dog or cat later. I like both for different reasons.


If my family gets another pet,
Should we welcome a dog or buy a cat?
It’s been some years but we are not sure yet.

Yet we are sure that either will amuse,
Despite most cats and dogs differing much.
Cats are not likely, are they, to chew shoes?

Dogs are much more effusive with their joy,
Yet cats have royal presence and more peace.
Either type would be a good girl or boy.

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Pexels.com

I find this picture pretty hilarious for some reason, so it seemed perfect for this post!

In Everything

Just something I wrote this morning…

Blessed are the pure of heart,
For they shall see God:
They shall see God
In the morning sunrise, and
In the midnight starlight;
They shall see God
In times of strenuous work, and
In much-welcomes rest;
They shall see God
In their neighbor’s eyes, and
In their very life –

Make me pure of heart.

Ice Cream and Fish

For FOWC: Expose and the prompt “Ice Cream” at My Vivid Blog, and shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry. Happy Sunday!


Ice cream exposed to the sun
Will melt — some environments
Are more keenly felt, as well
They should be, not surprising.

A fish taken out of the sea
Cannot swim — and made to live
In the wrong water, it dies,
More quickly than some might realize.

People with varying temperaments:
A fulfilling life for one,
To another does not make sense.

Wee Sweets

A wee little poem for SoCS: “-wee-“


I remember the Sunday brunch buffet
With a million wee little sweets:
Many different kinds of cakes
And my favorite, crème brûlée,
Not to mention the fountains
Of rich chocolate ready for dipping.
One time there were tiny beignets.
Can it come back?
Wish it could stay.