The Statue

For Fifty Word Thursday this week is over at Tales from the mind of Kristian

here are the words: From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him

Here is the photo:

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The Statue

He was tall and lean with the ropy strength of tendon, muscle and bone, his hands calloused from years of genuine, hard, work. He demanded nothing of his employees that he did not demand of himself. He was a hard man, but a fair man. Yet from the moment we saw him, most of us lived in dread of him. Perhaps it was his ice blue eyes that could see straight through any lie. Or the piercing pain and sorrow that lay hidden beneath those icy depths even when his face held a smile. But I think it was the statue at his office that we dreaded most. The woman astride a wave, friend to bird and fish and all things of the sea. She held a construction pylon in one hand, a constant, silent reminder of the tragic traffic accident that had taken his wife all those years ago.

Word count 150

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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Found Poetry February day 4 – Spring Sky – deconstructed poem

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Another example of Found Poetry is poetry you find in unexpected places. The following is from the quay along the Queenstown docks, bits of engraved brass worked into the stone. The words are from the travel journal of one of the early explorers of Queenstown, NZ and they ramble along the wall in a ribbon of poetry. I have condensed three panels into this picture. For the purposes of this exercise, I’m making a new poem out of them by deconstructing. All words of the new poem are contained in the original script but may be out of order. Continue reading “Found Poetry February day 4 – Spring Sky – deconstructed poem”

The Scent of Love

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The Scent of Love

I watched her roll out the dough. Her hands were worn and gnarled with age but strong and gentle still. The cookies would soon fill her kitchen with the heady scent of sugar and flour, and love. Her secret ingredient remains a secret to this day. I think it was love.

character count 272

For Kat’s Twittering Tales come join us for fun and lessons in brutal editing. 😉

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Dreams of Spring – a twittering tale

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For Kat’s Twittering Tales

I wonder what tomorrow holds
sunshine fair or winds so cold?
Will the sky be blue and sun be bright
or will dark clouds rain til comes the night?

I wonder what the day will bring
will squirrels play and robins sing?
As Winter ends so Spring will follow
I wonder, will she come tomorrow?

Character count 279

 

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand

Queenstown is the Extreme Sports capital of New Zealand, probably of the world. Name an extreme sport and chances are if it’s not readily available, they can arrange it for you. So what do two, non-sports (much less extreme sports) oriented older people do in Queenstown? We’ve taken the bus into “The Remarkables” shopping area, wandered the town’s back streets and lakeside neighborhoods. We’ve walked along the lake and stopped for tea and scones at a wonderful little coffee shop or two. Been revitalized at the Hilton’s wonderful spa. For our final day of wanderings, we set back across Lake Wakatipu to the Queenstown docks and the Queenstown Gardens. Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand”

Just Jot it January # 22

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Today’s Just Jot it January prompt from lindaghill.com is brought to us by Pamela — Curiosity

Curiosity

She lay crouched, belly low to the ground. The grass waved a bit above her stealthy form. Eyes focused intently, it was there, she knew it was, she had seen it only moments ago. What was it? Would it come again? The curiosity was like an itch screaming to be scratched. Still she waited, barely breathing, low and slow she crept ever closer. Suddenly, there it was a scant movement of the soil. Wait, wait … and she pounced, GOTCHA!

“Snowball it’s time for dinner,” her human’s voice rang from the front stoop. Snowball proudly carried her prize, a tiny mole, dropping it at the human’s feet.

Word count 107

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Just Jot it January 20 – Pixie Serendipity

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For Just Jot it January today’s prompt Serendipity brought to us by Jill

Pixie Serendipity

Shara had a stitch in her side from the flat out run across the meadow but now they were at the edge of the forest and she slowed to a quick walk, glancing behind her and gasping for air. Continue reading “Just Jot it January 20 – Pixie Serendipity”