Changing of the Season

Photo by Takao Numata on Pexels.com Blogophilia 38.14 Spring Fling Prompts - Use a quote or line from A. A. Milne & mention Apples and Oranges (In Italics) Hello Marvin and gang. Sorry I missed last weeks blog, but to make up for it I'll share two poems this week in the hopes of gaining…

Creepy Good

Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com Blogophilia 36.14 Live Long and Prosper Prompts – Incorporate a line or lyric from West Side Story + Use the phrase “The song is over.” Short and sweet this week Marvin, and though you provided enough imaginative juice to get the writing started, I couldn't get this video out…

Hunting the Dragon

Blogophilia 31.14 Dragon Hunting Use lyrics from a song by The Clash (London Calling) & Mention your favorite childhood toy. (Bed, a little wooden bed that my dad made for one of my dolls when I was about five. My mom crocheted the blankets.) Hunting the Dragon We sit across from each other, the expanse…

Mondays Muse

Photo by Oliver Sju00f6stru00f6m on Pexels.com Blogophilia 30.14 Hope Springs Eternal Prompts - Quote Walt Whitman, and include an Aqueduct Feel late posting this week. Monday is nearly gone, but I want to keep with my posting schedule. Anytime I read Walt Whitman, my muse goes a little crazy with inspiration. The man was a…

Paranormal Occurrence

Blogophilia 18.14 Marvin's Site Use the word Tear twice. Once as a noun and again as a verb. Mention a zodiac sign. https://youtu.be/AGTUSYMTbIc Might want to play as you read... just for the experience of it 🙂 ********                 He never turns the light on.                 Sam watches from her kitchen window. “What is he…

Blogophilia 17.14

Blopophilia Retrospect The hallway is long, lined with doors. Each door leads to a memory. Red carpet is worn beneath her feet. The walls are dark and dirty. Lights highlight the long path into the past. She knows each door by heart. She has visited some rooms more than others. Some she has avoided all…

Harvest Moon ~ Blogophilia 16.14

She Dances She dances on forest fire The ground deep with autumn leaves Her arms raise high in gratitude For all that she has felt and has seen Golden moonlight shimmers silent Through skeletal limbs of time and testament Her cluttered mind, releases a pent-up breath Clearing thick cobwebs of insignificance An inhale of freedom…