Clocks on our built-in Book shelves
Delinquent Fun
Time
flies when you're having fun
Not fun when fun is the help's
Cleaning
lady smashes clocks
She
smashed my Sun pottery
Made
by an astronaut's wife
And an exotic glass egg
Egg
from France Mrs. first trip
Souvenirs,
can't be replaced
Expedite
termination
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov, 2017 and 2023, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with whimsygizmo (De Jackson) of dVerse Quadrille #184 for the Prompt word, "Smash". Quadrilles have 44 words not counting the Title, I have exactly 44 words without the title. - I am also linked with Rommy for hosting Friday Writings #95 at
- Rommy has invited us toto work with the idea of “losing track of time” (the phrase doesn’t have to be used, but the idea should be part of your poetry or prose)
NOTE: PARTS HERE ARE TRUE BUT IN THE MAIN IT IS FICTION. FOR SURE THE CLEANING LADY WAS NOT FIRED.
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Labels: dVerse, Fiction, Flash Writing, Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form
20 Comments:
Love your clocks. Sounds like you are ready for a more hands on cleaning lady! Too bad about the smashes. Especially when they can't be replaced.
Oh, how sad! Souvenirs are indeed irreplaceable.
De (WhimsyGizmo)
I saw a wall of glass fall in Borano when a glass seller accidentally got hooked on a piece. I think her fate was similar, although it might have meant feast of famine for her family. Vivid memory.
That's quite a collection of clocks you have there, Jim. When you've invested emotion into an object and someone smashes it, it hurts. Glad she got the boot.
So sad... but maybe it was an accident really
That is sad, Jim... but your remaining clocks are beautiful!
I would be SO annoyed, Jim... That's such a bummer!
Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
That was my first thought: she’s fired.
You've got quite a collection of clocks so you will always keep track of time. A shame of these souvenirs. Was it a glasblown egg or one of these crystal ones?
Oh no! I'm surprised you can write of it with such equanimity.
PS I'm particularly taken by your French carriage clocks.
The irreplaceable when broken cause tremendous strife, yet these precious things are not an irreplaceable life.
Oh no! I think this is a true story ??? You need a helping (young person) hand, my Friend.
I can't imagine having someone else break something of mine! I break enough of my own stuff, lol.
I've cried when mementos like that got broken. I'm glad it was mostly fiction.
Those are beautiful clocks! I'm sure the cleaning help was very upset as well!
I like the way the 'family' of clocks all showed different times - just the way human families have their own individual idiosyncrasies too. :-)
Hahaha... I'm sorry but I couldn't help laugh. Please forgive me I know how it feels when our treasured souvenirs are tampered with
Clocks AND pots AND glass? Definitely expedite termination :-( Hope this was fiction!
Great work combining prompts.
Glad the lady wasn't fired :)
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