#NovemberNotes Day 3/Saturday Mix: Poem – Quadrille – “Lay Me Down” #poetry #saturdaymix #dVerse


Today’s November Notes song is “All the Pretty Girls” by Kaleo. I’m combining the song prompt with WhimsyGizmo of #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille prompt on kick and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie SaturdayMix Prompt on using synonyms for these words: odd, fight, start, weak, tired. 


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“All the Pretty Girls” – Kaleo 


You sail in the sky,

Float back to earth.

I’m meekwaning, 

Waiting for you —

To let me in.

Strength has vanished,

Battle inside aches.

I’m kicking passed eternities,

In strangeness. 

Pretty girls fall,

Without fuel to recharge. 

Please lay me down,

Lay with me tonight.


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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Grandpa’s Fish Pond #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction 


Thanks too Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Phallon watched the fish swim in the pond his Grandpa had installed in his backyard. He enjoyed visiting his Grandpa each Saturday. Grandpa had put the pond in because young Phallon loved the fish so much as a toddler; ‘fishes’ had been his first word. 

Now he sat with Grandpa who asked him about school and of course the girls in his school. Uncomfortable, Phallon wished Grandpa didn’t ask him about that. 

Grandpa simply laughed,”Phallon, I’m only teasing you. It’s good you have friends who are girls and that there are girls you like. This Jennifer, have you asked her out?”

Phallon’s face turned red, “Yeah we’ve gone to a movie together and bowling. I want her to be my girlfriend but her parents say she’s too young to have a boyfriend.” 

Grandpa nodded a smile on his face, “You’ll find the right one when you’re older. When I saw your Grandma the first time, my heart lept out of my chest. I wonder if I will ever meet that right girl of yours and see you marry her?” 

Phallon felt uncomfortable again, “Why wouldn’t you be there Grandpa? You’re only eighty-one?” 

Grandpa patted Phallon’s hand then squeezed it, “You know, my boy, I’ve been sick a long time. It’s a battle I’ve mostly conquered, but my strength is waning these days.When you get married someday, think of your old Grandpa, okay?” Phallon nodded feeling a lump in his throat.

Two-years later Grandpa succumbed. Phallon was sixteen and felt raw inside. He returned to the fish pond in Grandpa’s  back yard. He noticed the fishes were floating and the reality of life made tears wet his cheeks. In the mess of the last two weeks including Grandpa’s funeral, no one had remembered to feed the fish. 

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Three Line Tales: The Sky, Lights, and The Moon.


Sonya

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1. The sun setting satisfies my hungry eyes and a glowing in the distance reveals a splash of a bold pink- orange sky, transforming into the midnight blue of early night.

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2. Lights in the distance are the shining of lights through windows and street lights startling in the fading sunlight, and reviving the city in aliveness; I’m intoxicated with light and want to return to my city, but here in the dark, all is gentle serenity fading into black.

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3. The sun sets, I absorb the elements of nature surrounding me and  I feel the wind, butterfly kisses gently soothing my cheek; I smell the fresh cut grass, a natural perfume reminding me of childhood and trying to eat grass; I memorize the arc of the waning moon, a crescent hanging cheekily in the midnight sky which, reminds me of our relationship — a thinning of the blooming harvest moon of our love –only a sliver remains and the bloom of a full moon has died.

Thanks to Sonya for hosting Three Line Tales. 

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