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CARPE DIEM “Little Ones”   6 comments

In this weeks Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special challenge “Little Ones” we are asked to create an American Sentence. Created by Allen Ginsberg to make an “American” form of haiku, the sentence follows the same syllable count as a traditional haiku: 17. Written left to right vs vertically.

Inquisitive face, wagging tail, pleading their case, wishing beyond hope.

Wildebeest — Speakeasy #144   24 comments

The rules for Speakeasy #144 are found here.

He kept glancing at the pictures on her nightstand. There was their wedding day photo. It was a small wedding in a boat on a river. She was extremely pretty. There was the picture of both of them dressed in period costume taken on the Boardwalk. He as Clyde Barrow and she as Bonnie Parker. She used that picture on her desk at work and most of her co-workers never guessed that it was them. There was the one with both of them poking their heads out of an open aired jeep on a safari in Kenya with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

The room was always quiet. No air sucking machines, no tubes invading her body, no pill bottles,  just the slight up and down movement of her chest. No noise. She was living by sipping nourishment through a straw. That was her life now.

That trip to Kenya was a special trip for them after she became very ill. It was on this trip they made a vow and a secret word that went with that vow. A word that they both understood to signify  it was time for the grand migration to the afterlife.

He left her room and went back to his den. His den was where he went to remember. His den, except for the time with his wife, was his whole life now.

Hospice had arranged for someone to visit three times a week. This time was the only time he left her side.

He chuckled as he told her stories about their marriage. The time she thought he was putting the moves on a waitress and all he was actually doing was making arrangements for a birthday cake to be brought to their table to celebrate their anniversary. The time he finally got enough nerve to tell her the dress she had picked out for a special occasion looked like the rug pattern from his grandmother’s house. She,  who on her first round of golf with friends had picked up the dime he used to mark his ball on the green and brought it to him and said, “see honey I found a dime.” Seeing the great Pyramids, the river cruise up the Nile, Whitewater rafting in Virginia, driving a NASCAR in North Carolina, a Hot Air Balloon ride in Wyoming were some of the many adventures they experienced together.

She usually was able to smile when he talked to her like this even though he knew she didn’t understand. She was just smiling because she recognized a voice she remembered and loved. Somethings can’t be forgotten.

Yesterday morning she made no reaction at all to his attempts at comedy. On his afternoon visit he sensed she was alert with her eyes open. She raised her chin in an effort to say something. There was no mistaking what she said. “Wildebeest.”

With no hesitation he make his way to the kitchen and made her the  special tea that she liked. He added the toxic ingredient he had bought illegally for this occasion and stirred. He returned to her bedroom and leaned over her frail body and inserted the straw into her mouth. She sucked in her last taste of life. And smiled! The same smile as he was blessed with on their wedding day.

The Hospice volunteer, arriving on time as usual, called out for him. She expected him to be in her room but he wasn’t there. The volunteer knew from experience that she had passed. Rushing to the den she found him slumped over his desk with a single sheet of paper. She picked it up. All it said was “Wildebeest.”

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Wedding Vows   16 comments

It’s Trifecta time again!

Justin was just a little nervous. After all he was 45 years old and now being married for the first time. His bride, soon to be wife Ann, looked totally stunning. Yes, he had found the perfect one. The one of his dreams.

The bachelor’s party last night had left him a with a little bit of a headache but he would be fine. His best man, Joe, had assured him that was a normal state of being on your wedding day. Everything will go fine he insisted. You know your lines, I have the ring, and the minister is already here. Let’s do it!

Near the end of the exchange of vows Justin turned and looked tenderly in the eyes of Ann and said:

On this day,
I give you my heart,
My promise,
That I will walk with you,
Hand in hand,
Wherever our journey leads us,
Living, learning, loving,
Together,
Whatever.

Picture It & Write — Purple Passion   3 comments

Go to Picture It & Write over at Ermilia blog. Every week they post a picture to inspire a story or poem or whatever.

pretty purple splash

 a taste just for old times sake

one day at a time

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Chain Writing Game — Episode 23   20 comments

This is something called a Chain Writing Game started by Kerrie Ann Salsac.

“Please give me Helen’s medicine Director Martinez barks”.

Suddenly one of the men who was watching the screen slowing turn to more red dots than green turns and approaches the Director and says “The will not be necessary Director”. Turning to Trixie he says “good work agent Trixie.  You have helped our cause immensely.”

“Thank you esteemed Liu Wei. Ni Zenmeyang?”

“Very well agent Trixie, but please use  English only now.”

Follow the men with the AK47 rifles and they will make sure you are safe.

Chain Writing Game — Week 2 — Episode 8   17 comments

Kerri Ann Salsac has started a new Chain Writing Game. This is the second week for it.

Different writers work on the same story, Kerrie starts us off and then we go from there with our 100 word additions. Go visit her blog and see how it works and play along!

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“Where to Buddy”, the cab driver inquired.

“2207 Baltimore Avenue”

“But that’s the address of NSA Headquarters”

“Just drive, ok?”

Dennis withdrew his cell phone out of his car but before he could dial two uniformed Secret Agents surrounded the car and ordered him to get out of the cab and on the ground.

“Subject under arrest, heading back to HQ, copy?”

Just then the unmistakable sounds of an AK47 firing sounded and the cab erupted in flames.

Carp Diem #363 — Aleph, The Journey Begins   8 comments

Photo Credit -- Wikemedia Commons

Photo Credit — Wikemedia Commons

Larvae left behind

transformation overseen

new pupal casing

In response to Carpe Diem Haiku KaiAleph by Paulo Coelho.  Click on the link to read about it.

Posted December 31, 2013 by Danny James in Carp Diem, Haiku, Poetry

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