Delivery

Toilet Paper, Paper, The Tape

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“Sorry, I’m late,” the delivery driver said.   “The new security regime has put me behind schedule.”

“Security regime?” I queried.

“There are new rules about unattended delivery vans.  I have to stop and lock the van between every tray I take to a house.  It’s a real nuisance, especially for big orders,” the driver explained.

“Why? You are parked just down at the curb,” I observed.

“It’s to stop people stealing loo roll (toilet paper) off the grocery vans.  It’s getting to be a problem.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  It almost makes being in lock down worth it if that’s what is happening “out there.”

 

Padre

Inspiration Call: Stranger Conversations Start the first line of your poem with a word or phrase from a recent passing conversation between you and someone you don’t know.

This is a true story by the way.

New Life Ashore: A Tanka

Broken hopes and dreams
Upon the beach shattered lie
By nature’s storm breath
Lucrative catches ended
Bringing a new life ashore

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Inspiration Call: Week 11 March 2020 Writing Prompts: Tanka

“A Tanka is a Japanese poem and similar to a Haiku, however it has seven lines. Tankas are nature, seasons, love, and other emotions.  Line one has a five syllable count, line two is seven syllables, line three is five syllables, line four is seven syllables, and line five seven syllables. In total it has thirty one syllables.  It uses simile, metaphor, and personification.”

 

Finds

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For some they’re treasure –

For others trash –

For the seller  –

They’re ready cash

 

Spread on a table, or upon a sheet

You would amazed by the bargains sweet.

You never know what you might find –

Like a first edition – by the author signed.

 

So whether yard sale,  car boot,  or bazaar

Have loose change ready –

Be it Dollars, Euros,

Pounds or Dinar

 

Padre

 

Friday March 6, 2020 Writing Prompt Inspiration Call: Yard Sale Finds

 

 

Miscellaneous Prompted Micro Poems 21

 

inspiration call

Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play
Sandwiches await

Inspiration Call – 7 Jan 2020

sweet dreams

Nocturnal kisses
And intimate embraces
Sweetest dreams indeed

Written for Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 15th 2020, sweet dreams

broken heart

Left behind in death
Brokenhearted now to mourn
Alone – grief to bear

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 29th 2020, broken heart

 

three line tales, week 209: a guy spinning a basket ball on his finger with Pokemon in the background

photo by Bannon Morrissy via Unsplash

High School All-Star, too short for the NBA

So he took his massive talent

And signed with Chuck-E‘s pizza and play

Three Line Tales, Week 209 JANUARY 30, 2020

 

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Marking the Day

Jon and Eva had met a year before.  It was amazing how the year had flown by, and they had made the most of the time they shared together.  Scheduling was not always easy. During the school term, Eva was constantly marking or writing lesson plans.  This was complicated even more when Jon’s firm sent him to Hamburg for four weeks to work on a new retail development there.

Yes, time was short, but they did what the could. Eva even put several of her own paintings on hold so she could meet with “Mr. Shy,” as she called him.

Shy he might be, but he was also romantic.  Eva had made a passing comment on the day they had met, that she loved turquoise.  This stuck with him, and when they had their six “Month-versary” he presented her with a pair of turquoise earrings.  And then with the anniversary of their meeting approaching, he bought her a dress as near to the color of the blossoms they had seen on that day.

Now, on the anniversary, they again met at the cafe.  Eva was wearing her new dress, and Jon had one of the little flowers from the park, which he handed to her at the table.  She smiled and tucked it behind her ear,

They chatted about nothing in particular, but held hands and just enjoyed each other’s company.

“Would you like to go for a walk in the park?” he finally asked.

“I would love it,” she said.

He paid the waitress and then walked Eva across the street to the flower carpeted park.

“Eva,” he said taking on his trade mark red hue.

“Yeah,” she responded thinking something was up.

“Would you like – like to go to Barcelona with me?” he said taking out a pair of airline tickets.

She smiled and nodded in the affirmative, and then kissed him.

After a moment he stepped back and then blushed even more severely than usual.

“What?” she said teasingly.  “Are you up to something?”

This was confirmed a moment later when he dropped to one knee and produced a diamond ring flanked with two small turquoise stones.

“Eva Mason, will you marry me?”

She pulled him to his feet and kissed him.

“Yes! Yes, I will,” she almost squealed.

He placed the ring upon her finger, and held her tightly.

After a long embrace, and when they had both stopped shaking, he stepped back and took out his phone.

“Lay down in the flowers so I can take a picture.  I want to remember this moment forever.”

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Inspiration Call: Character Development Thursday

A Kiss Amid the Flowers

Jon was not really ready to move on.  Miriam had left him to “find herself,” only six weeks ago, but his sister kept insisting that he put it behind him, and take the plunge again.  He therefore reluctantly agreed to a bind date with her colleague, Eva.

It wasn’t going to be any more awkward than it needed be, just a cup of coffee and a chat.  No planned meal with reservations, or anything.  It could be short and sweet if they didn’t hit it off.

“So how long have you been a teacher?” Jon asked.

“About three years, and I really enjoy it.  I love seeing the creativity, and expression the kids can give.  That’s what’s great about teaching art.”

“So you’re an artist?” he asked, sincerely interested.

“Yes, I guess so.  It’s kind of my passion.”

“Having passion is good,” he said – before blushing and quickly adding, “about your work I mean.”

He was now even more embarrassed and Eva took pity on him.  “So Helen tells me you are an architect.  Kind of an artist too,” she said with a wink.

“Um, yeah, but mostly just straight lines, and  – and,” he trailed off.

Eva liked the shy innocence he was showing, and changed the subject to places she had been to on holiday and the beautiful buildings she had seen.  Jon took the opportunity to overcome his momentary shyness and joined in with some travels of his own.

The conversation then fell onto Barcelona, a city they both had been to and loved.  Art, Gaudí, parks, and food were recalled and enthusiastically discussed.

“I just adore paella,” Eva was concluding when Jon noticed that they had come to be holding hands across the table.  Not only that, but two hours had passed, in what seemed mere minutes.

“Eva,” he said, “this has been really wonderful, but it’s getting kind of late.  Do you think – do you think you might like to meet me again?” He asked, reddening again.

“Of course I would,” she responded.

As the left the cafe, Jon asked if he could walk her to her car.

“That would be really lovely,” she said, “I am parked across the street, next to the park.”

Hand in hand, they crossed over and then cut a little diagonal through vivid blue flowers in the park to get to her car.

“Aren’t these just so beautiful?” she said, more as a statement than a question. “I love  turquoise.”

“Second most beautiful thing I have seen today,” he said reddening yet again,

At that, he suddenly felt the moist softness of her lips upon his.  It was exquisite.  They stood embraced, enjoying the gentle sensation of their joined lips, breathing each other’s air.  They were both sure at that moment that this was for life.

 

Padre

Inspiration Call: Write about a unique first kiss.

 

 

A Week in Verse

A time to worship, reflect, and pray
The meeting that seemed to last all day
A writing day which contrasting, speeding by and not lasting
An exam or two – here or there
Revision sessions for a few that cared
Papers returned, for comments making
Some treats to enjoy, like home baking

Padre

The poem above is in response to Inspiration Call’s 7 Days, 7 Lines prompt, which read: Write a poem where each line/sentence is about each day of last week.  From Sunday church, Monday staff meetings, Tuesday’s “day off,” and more; the week of a teacher unfolds.

 

Inspiration Call

Hurry!: A Haibun

 

Angelica sprinted through the waist-deep grass.  She had spent a wonderful morning entertaining elves, princesses, and even a giant in her secret hideout in the hills overlooking her apartment complex.  She was so engrossed in the conversation with one centaur that just happened to stop in for a chat that she had forgotten that her mother had told her to be home no later than 12:30 for lunch.  It was 12:23 when she thought to glance at her watch.  She quickly excused herself from the conversation and headed home.

Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play
Sandwiches await

 

Padre

 

Inspiration Call – 7 Jan 2020