Calm Currents

This week’s focus is AIR.  Simply use the word and/or image provided and be inspired by the natural element.  Calm

Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay


Calmer now, emotional turbulence slowed

Joy returns, wafting on hope’s confidence

That adjustments can be made with

Relative ease…no need for panic, no

Jumping off balconies…just hop in

Vibrant colorful balloon, float, soar

Be at peace once more…

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Endless Theater, Sky

This week’s focus is AIR. Today’s prompt and image: Endless

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay


Endless horizon, stage

Set…sun, rain clouds paint

 Palette, backdrops for

Performances dawn to

Matinee, twilight drama…

Midnight’s stars, moon

Draw curtain on world’s

Theater…shade and shadow.

Storms coming, smell scent

In air…so many hues of blues…

Watercolors wash away, new.

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Electrifying Silence

Prompt and image: electrifying

In silence

God’s Spirit






With personal





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Laundry, Love, and Lawsuits

This compilation of prompts offers another peek into the wacky wonderful world of “Ryan and Rita’s” enduring marital bliss ~ ♥Ennle

Looking into laundry basket

I frown, hold up Ryan’s shirt…

“Is this lipstick on your collar?”

Glancing up from his book, “You

Haven’t worn lipstick since we

Had guests, ages ago”.

I roll eyes, “my shade is lighter”.

“Looks lovely on you”, he returns

To his reading as I examine odd

Stain:  “I don’t think I can get this

Out if I don’t know what it is…”.

He ignores me.

“In some states you can still file a

Lawsuit for infidelity…” (is he listening?).

Grinning, he sets book aside, reaches

For suspect shirt, peers at it.  “Alright

Judge, I confess:  while you were chatting

Up the produce manager when we shopped

Yesterday, I went to the bakery…for bread

Giving into temptation, I purchased and

Ate a donut, raspberry-filled—DNA in the

Reddish stain, per defense expert, is

Likely a mix:  raspberry jelly and saliva

From the Defendant.” 

He pauses (is she laughing?).

“A lawsuit for infidelity in such

Cases would be a stretch…but if you

Prevailed, what would you win?

Having no wealth, no Stradivarius

Violin, I could only hock my guitar…

Love, you’d be left without a song.”

I’m chuckling…but can’t resist a

Dig: “How could you sneak off

To get a raspberry-filled donut

And not buy ME one?”

He pulls me onto his lap for finale:

“We, the Jury, find the defendant…

Guilty, ‘felony thoughtlessness'”.

Asks, “What’s my sentence, Judge?”

I offer sexy smile…“Time served, and

Restitution: donuts—a dozen”.

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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!🙂

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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

Frigid Memories

This week’s focus is AIRFrigid

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Frigid, brisk the wind

Winter lives on, somewhere else

Memories shiver:

Crystal February snow

Fell for days, left town breathless

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Sweet Hope (NaPoWriMo)

Click above link for blog prompt info.  This post, written also for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, does not feature the April challenge’s daily optional prompt.

Once New Year fireworks

Disperse…January’s bleak

I live for cherry

Blossoms, harbinger of Hope

Sweet fullness pops on branches…

Too soon wind rushes

Petals falling, warm pink snow

Carpets earth for brides

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