Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Countless Branches
I was visiting my son and his family in Wisconsin a few years ago and one of the places we stopped at ( of course ) was a cemetery.
A few weeks before I arrived there had been a storm and a few trees got knocked down and was the result spooky looking even in the daylight.
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Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. Moscoso
RDP Tuesday – DELICATE
“Cat and Wasp”
Muramasa Kudo
A cat’s paw
the hum of a bee
delicate
A cat’s claw
the sting of a bee
such a small thing can bring the mightiest of us
to our knees.
RDP Monday: DELIGHTFUL
There isn’t a lot to delight in today.
I am cut off from my family because three of them have underlying health conditions that could leave them vulnerable to the Coronavirus and I am riding the train into Seattle everyday to go to work where in all likelihood I could be exposed to the virus myself.
I have entered the ‘ social distancing arena ‘.
On one hand I normally lead a very solitary life- I am a writer and to be honest I don’t exactly mix and mingle the way I used to. So putting myself into lockdown after work right now isn’t exactly putting me out . The only difference in my life is my pizza delivery is taking a little longer then normal and my grocery deliveries are taking longer then normal too.
So am I withdrawn, world weary- maybe even on the verge of becoming anti social?
Well no I’m not and this is how I know that for a fact.
My dog is one of the most happy, outgoing, social and friendly dogs, that have ever had or known.
He wakes up wagging his tail and doing his version of a happy dance once he gets out of bed. At night he piles his favorite toys up near our front door- I’m not sure why he does that exactly, but he seems to enjoy going through the process.
I’m guessing I helped bring him to the place where the world is delightful to him and everything in it is just…PAWESOME. So I shall keep my eye on Hamish because I think he is my emotional barometer and if it drops even a little I will go out of my way to bring it back up- for the both of us
but mostly for him.
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HAMISH MACBETH-
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Hamish Macbeth
Photo A.M. Moscoso
HAMISH MACBETH Photo A.M. Moscoso
RDP Sunday — SOMETHING
He dug up every letter, faded concert ticket and a carefully folded panty from that magical night when he turned 19 and she spent that first night with him
and ran back to her.
She wrote a poem and signed it with a little picture she doodled with a shaky hand of her cradling her naked breasts
and she opined
that they were
Forever soulmates, let’s run away to Italy and you can eat my pasta while I listen to you play guitar in the moonlight under my window
and with this song of love in hand she ran towards him crying in ecstasy with each step she took.
By the time they met, in that enchanted place they would call home
40 years had flown by without them
and the Grim Reaper was there too
at their housewarming
singing a song under their window with a scythe in one hand and a pair of panties and a handful of poems written in a shaky hand in the other.
Before he knocked the Reaper wondered
as he sometimes did
if these fragile souls needed something to live for
why some of them settled for something that wasn’t there
when there was so much around them
that
was.