Rabbit and the Fowls - - a Poem for Friday Writings and a Piece of Prosery for dVerse

 Missing friends

Little rabbit was 

 getting lonesome 

He'd sit by the fence 

 missing his buddies 

“Something told the wild geese 

 It was time to fly.”

Then they all left  

  alone again 

Didn't last him long

 ducks coming in

Quickly making friends 

 Rabbit's alone no more 

 

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Rosemary at dVerse Friday Writings #126 at 

    https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/ 

   Rosemary has asked as an optional assignment for us to write a poem or story (or a few) in only 160 characters including title and spaces. (If you choose to write more than one, please put them all in one post and make sure that collectively they don't exceed our 369 word limit.)  

   I chose not to do that and wrote instead what you see next here.    

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 - I am also linked with Kim881 at Prosery, dVerse,  her prompt line is above in quotations and posted at 

https://dversepoets.com/2024/05/06/prosery-something-told-the-wild-geese/ 

 

 - Click here for others writing Prosery Flash Writing this week.  I wrote only 44 Words, we could have 144

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A Question -- a Piece of Prose for dVerse Prosery and for NaPoWriMo Day Nine

["Fu Bao in quarantine ", In China, born in 2020, 

Panda Bear just came from lease at South Korea]

            

                    Bears Checking Out 

    I was asked the other day a question about the stars, "What does it matter that the stars we see are already dead?" I was stumped and of course I put it to rest along with seems a zillion rhetorical questions I have been asked. "I dunno."  

  

    When I got home I went to old trusty fellow, Mr. Bing whose helper is Ms. AI. They know a lot, trivia and otherwise. Well, he scratched his head calling a friend. Those two knew, he wanted to make sure.

    Bing's retort, “No matter how you look at it, the idea that all, or even most, or even a lot, of the stars you can see in the sky are already dead is simply wrong. It sounds true, and kinda sorta fits with things you might think you know, but in the end the facts will win.”* 

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 - * Note: found when asked the question in paragraph one, Bing (substitue for Google) answer word for word.  (URL)

 - Writing Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Dora at dVerse Prosery at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/08/prosery-amy-woolard/ 

 - Dora's instructions Write a piece of prose (not poetry) of no more than 144 words that includes what is the question asked in my first paragraph here.

 - Click here to read others' works with the prompt

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo Day Nine at 

     https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-10/

 - NaPoWriMo to choose a Day is here, https://www.napowrimo.net/ 

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[Our back yard after our snowfall] 

 

    Let the Snow Fall, Please 

I was where I am when the snow began, softly first, with inklings of a bit more.  The holly trees with red berries were welcoming a little storm; they love to dance when surrounded by snow.

The last snow we had then was several years past; it only snows here, maybe once every ten years. I make my wish for the snow to come stay again. We are expecting only a tiff here and there, most times those never last the morn.

So for now the snow I get will be in memory only. I'm getting years, our daughter doesn't want us to go where snow is common; that's because I would want to drive.

My memory is good, pictures albums help, the album in my head is about as good. My youthful sled hanging on a hook helps me too. I am ready.

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 - Photos and Prose Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved

- I am linked with Merrill D Smith, at dVerse Prosery, Winter is Coming 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/12/04/prosery-winter-is-coming/ 

 - Merrill has asked us to write not more than 144 words, mine is exactly 144 words long, excluding the title.  We were to include these words, "I am where I am when the snow began."  They were from a poem, "TheDead of Winter" by Samuel Menashe, found here.

 - The pictures are of our backyard, the snowy one the time it snowed and the snow stayed a while. 

- Click here to read what other writers have written

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Snowy Release -- a Prose Poem for dVerse Prosery

     Packing Snow 

‘Snow would be the easy way out’ .  Those words would be her rescue road.  Locked in here like a caged lion  

Mountainside lodge snow piling in. Snowman packed would it hold her up?   Up to windows high break the glass 

Then freedom at last!  

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 -   Prose Poem Copyright 2023, by Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 

  - I'm linked with  kfim881  at dVerse Prosery     https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/06/november-for-beginners/ 

   Where Kim's prompt words for us to use is my first line, ‘Snow would be the easy way out’.  We were to limit ourselves to writing with no more than 144 words including the seven she gave us. I used 44.

 - Click here to read some of the other writers using these words

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My Garden - How does it grow? - a Prosery Write for dVerse

 

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The older we're getting the more lists we should make 
Top of the List of Lists would be our grocery list 
The older we're getting the more we will forget 
The lists tend to remind carry them where you go 

Don't Quit 

People growing older and older 

Then items disappear from our list 

We even name that list, "Bucket List"

It means that when we kick the bucket 

Those things we want to have accomplished 

List shows those and things I'd like to be doing 

Today is Mourning Day for 9/11 disaster 

  

- - - > My piece of Prose for dVerse today: 

Bucket list garden 

My bucket list is mostly fun things to do. Things I've not done*, that can't be done, or that I'd like to do. So here goes. They all are growing, wilting, or dead for you, to be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.** 

a.Strawberries, hardest on my Bucket List is to touch the South Pole* 

b.Onions, dead, was to replace my pet that died 

c.Beans, don't smoke anymore, I've quit, been 48 years
d.Carrots, drinking alcohol no more, maybe a glass of wine socially 

e.Spinach, stopped teaching Sunday Bible School  

f.Sold my motorcycles 

g.Asparagus, driving less at night, especially on major highways in town 

h.Cucumbers, driving not so fast, for sure not over 100 mph for very long, hardly over eighty's my top now 

i.Corn   

Made yours? You may be better than you think.

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 - Writing and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - ** I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi at dVerse Prosery, 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/11/prosery-through-the-eyes-of-isabel-duarte-gray/ for her prompt line, "from the Poem Garden" and is written using 144 words not counting the title 

 - Click here to read other writer's prose writing efforts 

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Josh and Joline -- a "Reader make an own" Prosery Write for dVerse

[Photo from my 2014 "Living on the Thames" post, URL] 

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A bad night 

Josh had wakened early that day.  He could sleep no more and had lain wide awake, reviewing last evening.

Why did he crash the Peterman Dance Hall party in progress?  Why?  There was only one reason, one he wished would leave his mind. 

Joline had been invited to the party, “but come alone”, by her ex-college roommate. All girls he had surmised, why else come stag.  

Lots of cars he had thought, driving in. He had wanted to see the roommate again too, he knew as he cracked open the door.  Oops, he quickly closed the door. Joline on the floor, dancing with her first romantic crush.  

Josh could take no more, last night nor this morning. Leaning over the rail, below and in the distance was coming his target, an 18-wheeler.  Overhead ‘traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm’ . . . 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Kim881 at dVerse Prosery prompting, at 

    https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/14/prosery-twice-shy/  

 - Kim's prompt sentence was the last phrase, in italics, in my "reader make an own ending" piece of prose.  It can be no longer than 144 words not counting the title and must contain said above phrase.  Mine has exactly 144 words.

 - Click here to read other's work using Kim's prompt.   

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At Early Moon -- a dVerse Prosery Piece

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Journey into the Trees

"An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky." **   Standing on the bridge squinting my eyes in the waning light I could see into the trees.  

There a little brown monkey just weaned from his mother, a beggar bedded down for the night, and swarms of mosquitoes who greeted me. They invited me into their little forest, I willingly went.

Quite an adventure for me, my eyes gradually adapted to the dim. The monkey had playthings scattered beyond his rug, the beggar was swigging a bottle of cheap gin, and none of those mosquitoes would bite.

Playing interrupted there came visitors, Mama Monkey and Beggar's Wife with chicken sandwiches and a can of Bactine. Though we had nothing, not one thing, in common we became best of friends. In the tree shadowed moonlight never to be seen except by me. 

**  first line by James Masao Mitsui, “Spring Poem for the Sake of Breathing, Written After a Walk to Foster Island”  for full Poem, click here

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 - Photo and Prose piece Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved (The bridge was a part of my friend, John's, five-acre yard. We often had car club meetings at his home. John died a few years ago.  

 - I am linked with Merril D Smith for the Prosery Prompt Line which I used as the opening line here.  To read about the line's heritage and to see the requirements for the Prosery writing tonight (one is not more than 144 words, I have exactly 144 not including the title), go here, 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/06/05/prosery-breathing-and-moons/  

 - Click here to read others writer's Prosery piece 

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