55 - Grim Swim

They said he wasn't fit to swim.

For sure, no others looked like him!

So he decided (on a whim)

To innovate, not be so prim.

So out he went, all full of vim.

His situation soon was grim.

Oh, how could he have been so dim?

Now he was stuck; his hopes were slim.

Note: Although I didn't see their usual note, I suspect Knitta, the local yarn taggers, of putting this fish on the pedestrian bridge over the freeway.

 About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, let The G-Man know!

55 - Success Story

They said that I was useless, just a pet for their amusement. I didn't earn my keep and was living on their charity. Well, no more! I began hanging around the community college up the street. I took some vocational classes and learned a trade. Now I'm a trained chef and my future is assured!

About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, let The G-Man know!

Hanging

you keep me hanging
by a string

a thread

thread of life

thread of hope

I hope

these nagging thoughts
are nothing

but idle worry

fantasy

fear

of being played
for a fool
fool for love
fool for you

mismatch
between expectation

and
desire

wish

dream

of being with you

in all honesty

without assumptions

needs

jealousies

of what can’t ever be

so that we take
whatever comes

at its own pace

without looking
for subtext

context

pretext

just you

and me

and truth

letting go

and coming back
together

whenever

forever

amen

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.

55 - Twinkle

Twinkle twinkle, little star,

made of petroleum, you are.

Up above my bed, so high

like little night lights in the sky.

When the other lights are gone

and nothing I can gaze upon,

then I see your tiny light,

and constellations placed just right.

Twinkle twinkle little star.

Indoor skies are best by far!

 

About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

55 - Let It Snow!

The weather outside is frightful.

In the kitchen it's delightful.

I've got a pan full of cookie dough...

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

The aroma is quite enticing,

as I decorate each with icing,

then line them all up in a row...

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Word Verification

I don't know when Blogger quit making wordver a universal setting, but I never got the memo. I've received a lot of spam over the years, often on my most sensitive, heart-felt blog posts, which is why even though I hate wordver as much as anyone, I've had it turned on. Recent complaints made me wonder if maybe something was different at Blogger, and it is. Wordver is no longer a setting that applies to all of one's blogs, but can be set individually. I have therefore removed it from some of my blogs, while leaving it on others. If I start spending a lot of time doing spam cleanup, though, it's going back on all of them. Hopefully that won't have to happen. I'll probably also turn it on when I go on vacation or on a business trip, when my time to deal with spam is even more limited thanit already is. In the meantime, I'll hope to get lucky this time and stay under the radar.

Updated to note that I've already received my first spam. It took only an hour. Joy.

Second update: Three more in 1.5 hours since previous update. Wordver is going back ON. Sorry, folks, but I don't have time to deal with this.

Eventful

Water drips.

Heart beats.

Breathe in...out.

A hum of passing traffic.

Thoughts flit:

 * what to eat?

 * what to wear?

 * should I cut my hair?

Airplane passes overhead;

busy people 

on their way to destinations,

rapidly.

Cat walks in on silent feet,

flicks her tail.

Outside, an acorn drops;

a squirrel spies a meal.

Heart beats.

Breathe out...in.

Cells rush through tiny veins,

delivering precious cargo.

Far away, the locomotive

makes its lonesome call.

Crossing lights blink madly.

Drivers curse.

Breathe in...out.

Water drips.

 * Can I fix it?

 * Call the plumber?

 * Does he work on Sunday?

Cat sits down beside me,

calm.

Is she also busy
on the inside?

Oh, quiet peaceful morning,

you are a multitude.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.