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It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, Francesca Woodman

Leave your offering

for the kitchen gods

as they sharpen their teeth.

Pay tribute

to their need

with smooth, grey hours.

Then crouch on the ledge

and let the view

snatch your breath

as you fly,

vulnerable and knowing,

to the chalk outlines below.

This writing prompt and more responses can be found at The Mag.

Friends Stick Together

Time and again

we break and mend:

a toy, a tool, a leg, a spirit.

And when you shatter

who will hear it,

and fit together

the pieces of you?

Who’ll take your side

and see your view?

Is it Super Man

in his scarlet cape?

No it’s me

with my trusty old

duct tape!

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These 55 words worth of bad puns are for G-Man's FF55.  

Check it out!

Sevenling: A.M.

   Wandering downstairs with

   crusty eyes, scarecrow hair

   and sheet-creased face

   Just one more chapter…

   one more paragraph…

   one more sentence…

   Remember when life was more engaging than books?  Me neither.

Image by dolcedolce.com

Written for IGwRT.  The poetic form called Sevenling, consisting of seven lines, two tercets each with some sort of list of three with the final line creating an impact.  For a much better explanation and examples check out the link.  Also shared with dVerse Poets Open Link Night

My Quotable Dad

Here are five sayings from my very funny, quotable dad:

     1.       Last year I couldn’t spell engineer – now I are one.

     2.       …and he finished it in one swell foop!

     3.       Time wounds all heels.

     4.       He who tooteth not his own horn, the same shall not be tooteth.

 and finally:

     5.       I love you.

Today my dad, Jack Bach would have celebrated his 96^th birthday, if he had not left us in 2006.  I still think of him almost every day.  He was smart and funny and kind and really had a way with words.  So here are about 55 of his words for  G-man at FFF55.  

Happy Birthday Dad – I love you too!

Image from Blogmocracy

Venus

     Image: Venus and the Sailor by Salvador Dali

Morning star, cloudy seductress

sailing across heaven,

you begin at the end

with a counter-clockwise pirouette.

Smelling of

wind and waves and earth,

pearl eyed, ocean-bred,

born of sea-foam,

you shimmer with life.

Sister, lover, mother

swallow me whole

and let me melt in your belly.

The prompt for this piece can be found at The Mag where creative expression is shared and encouraged.

Monday Morning in the City

Hard sunlit scowl

whacks me to the pavement;

bruised cheek and ego,

scream for a break, but

it’s a smack down –

no compromise.

People teeming, streaming past

over and around.

Get outta the way

or squashed under foot.

Serving up

a steaming helping of

 gimme -

everyone’s clamoring

for seconds.

-Image by Scott Olson, Getty Images

This is for Friday Flash 55.  Check it out and maybe add your own 55 words of wisdom of foolishness for G-man.