Old Man’s Whimsy

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019


Photo by WikiImages at Pixabay.com

Spouse would take

Astronaut’s giant leap

Adventure, no crowds

I say he’ll go alone

To float mid nothing

Without wedded partner

He ponders awhile

Revisits topic  

I try not to roll eyes, You

Might get stuck up there

No return, home sweet 

Home, love’s warm bed

Fame’s price, he kids, hugs me.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Demon Sharks (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 167

photo by Jared Rice via Unsplash


Thought I was home free, new season welcoming…blue skies

Cloudless, waters unruffled by waves, basking in mood paradisaical…

Sharks smelled blood…inexorable cold-eyed demons, appetite never sated.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Wayward Wind

I have no real clue why I’m compelled to post this song, and lyrics…but I’m gonna “blame” Teresa, at The Haunted Wordsmith, because she’s convenient🙂  She has a fairly new challenge going on, related to the elements…and she’s begun with “air”.  I’m enjoying it. 

Now I need to tell you I’ve had no sleep for well over 24 hrs, so maybe that has influenced my offering.  Rather than go to bed after I’d done some dawn grocery shopping, I sat down at the blog like I’m in a trance…and out of the blue, the first lines to this song I hadn’t heard in forever started playing in my head!  I’m like, “what the heck??”  So I hopped over to Google and YouTube—and just had to share it.  It’s a wonderful ballad, and Miss Grant has a lovely voice.

So there ya go…this crazy (musical) moment, related to “air”, has been brought to you by “the mad poet of April”, yours truly   And if you’re unfamiliar with Teresa’s seriously busy and creative blog, click her link above.  I guess you could say this is my version of a “shout out”, Teresa!🙂

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

The Wayward Wind
The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
He spent his younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made him a slave to his wand’rin ways
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
Oh I met him there in a border town
He vowed we’d never part
Though he tried his best to settle down
I’m now alone with a broken heart
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
The next of kin to the wayward wind
Songwriters: Herbert Newman / Stanley R. Lebowsky
The Wayward Wind lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Loopy Visitation (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 166

photo by Ahmed Odeh via Unsplash

I’m so forgetful…didn’t realize I’d taken a 2nd dose of my medication till I began feeling woozy…

But that was nothing, compared to the spooky-shadowy figures I saw…young people I didn’t recognize, all a-blur with rather threatening demeanor…I didn’t know if they meant to rob, or murder me, or something else…

I told them I owned nothing of value, but they could take whatever they wanted…they began backing away, as if I were frightening them…and one said, “Lady, we don’t want nothin’ you got”…I’m still not sure they were really there…

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Married My Imaginary Friend…So What?

Yipi Yipi Yeah, Yabba Dabba Doo

My title for ‘Six Word Saturday’ sounds like a tabloid headline…or the hook for a Dr Phil segment, right?  Well, if I can’t be “out-there” on my own blog, what point is there to being a writer?  I’m so used to being considered “weird/strange”…and trying to hide it…that it’s time to stop caring about public opinion.  If a certain political leader is “free to be me”, likeable or not (sane or not)—then, I’m going for it too.

I was a different kid, overly-sensitive, fearful… “not of this world” (preferred hidden imaginary one), didn’t fit anywhere; and my home life was dysfunctional, so I needed a hero like nobody’s business.  And since there weren’t any live ones within spitting distance, I grabbed the first imaginary one I happened on. 

He went everywhere with me…school, church…kept me safe from life in general, as much as an invisible guy can.  No surprise that, when I hit puberty/adolescence, I fell madly in love with him. 

I guess I always knew I’d be alone in life…so although I foolishly wed a veritable loser (flesh and blood real), as soon as I escaped him, I immediately “called” my one true love…and he came running to the rescue.  That’s about it…we married in a small private service, and have been happily-ever-after, ever since.

Sometimes I’m asked, “don’t you get lonely, living alone?” I smile a secret smile.  (I can hardly divulge the truth to most people…erasing all doubt that I’m crazy.) 

Mr P-I (“Perfect-Invisible”) is excellent company…with few faults.  He can’t take out the garbage or haul the laundry back and forth for me, but we’ve never had a cross word between us.  He still thinks I’m breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly intelligent, understanding, talented and fun.  And he says I’m a fantastic cook…but maybe he’s just imagining it 🙂

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

Staring Into Face of Time

Three Line Tales, Week 165

photo by Stijn te Strake via Unsplash

It was to be a relaxing day, old friends getting together…just “being”, not being “something” or obliged to “do” anything.

We went to lunch, gorged on things we wouldn’t ordinarily afford; giggled and talked about everything we used to find so easy, comfortable when we were much younger.

Afterward, we stepped into the museum with clock tower that I’d never visited…I looked at Penny, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, and said, “it’s been a wonderful day with you, but what an ending—we’re staring straight into the face of Time”…then we hugged, laughing through tears together.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Any Place (6-Sentence Story)


PROMPT:  Place

Oh no, I did it…lost my place.

Thought Thursday was a LONG ways away.

But here it is, yep, calendar says “Thursday”…

I’ve been here and there and everywhere…surely I was some place.

Now, brain and fingers are scampering crazily…

To find, squeeze into, any place with all who meet for 6-Sentence Story Sundays!

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com