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Oh I like this a lot. You are speaking to the teacher in me, Richard! Great stuff!

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Perspective/Fiction

Earl grunted as he pushed the manual lawnmower around the ample yard, sweating freely under the withering midday sun. Feeling his 75 years. His son brought him a cold Schlitz, imploring him to take a break

“Son, I am on a break. My one-hour daily break from doing jack shit.”

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Haha! I like this guy! Sounds like a great day to me. 😄

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There are breaks and there are breaks, Pops. I can relate to doing jack shit. And more so with each passing year. No guilt.

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Ditto. No guilt here.

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This is my ideal day, minus the hour of work 😊

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👍🏻

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NOTHING DONE, prose poem

Another day and nothing done.

Dishes are piled in the sink,

the broom's waiting in the hall.

How long since I’ve washed the car?

Pulled weeds? Ironed?

But this poem must be written!

Another romantic story needs to be told,

and memories recorded!

How my priorities have shifted with age...

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This one’s for the storytellers and daydreamers. Loved it! Cheers, my friend! 🥂

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FREEDOM, poem

Each heartbeat

echoes in the space we claim,

a sanctuary forged from our own will.

In idle moments,

futures start to gleam,

and dreams, once lost,

reclaim their rightful place.

We learn

that in the stillness, we are free,

embracing this time, not as a shackle,

but as wind-borne wings.

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“We learn / that in the stillness, we are free” is an incredible line because it is so profound—and true, in my opinion! This is excellent, Caro! Thanks so much for sharing! 🙏

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So glad you liked it, Justin!

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Your words speak to my heart and just what I needed to believe in this moment in time. Beautiful.

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Prose/poem

Magical Place

A magical place

For dreaming

And love

Starlight

Moonlight

Winters breath

Decaying flora

Mingles

With winters warmth

The pine needle carpet

Tingles my senses

Reddens my cheeks

Caresses my hair

The tears come as they always do

Glistening in the glow of love

Our magical place

Is now mine

Alone

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A beautiful, nostalgic, and heartbreaking poem all wrapped in fifty words. I felt every word, Deborah!

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Thank you.

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Idle time.

Tempus Fugit—poem

The class clock ticks, but

stands still.

Summer starts at last bell.

At my desk my dry skin flakes,

My ruler is a plow.

Snowflake drifts;

Pushed to the abyss-aisle.

I’m in control.

The moment’s near.

The bell rings.

I’m free.

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Recovery

How does a restless person rest? Well, when recovering from an injury-for example-the method is to focus on a task. When reading and watching tv becomes a bore, play games on your iPad. The latest addiction is Two Dots. Beat the levels and win some money in the process!

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I’ll keep this one in my back pocket for future use. 😄 Thanks for sharing, Kim!

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Lol, I just took it literally! Sorry I forgot to say that my “story” was CNF.

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Haha, I think it’s great! Write whatever strikes you! If we’re not having fun doing this, then what are we even doing?! And no worries whatsoever. 😊 👍

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HIGHER SELF Prose Poem Idle Time

when my cosmic self can spin endless colors

reach out to like minds planetwide and beyond

universal prayers to all generations

limitless teachings of all the religions

a bummer to have to come back to usual reality

but each time I go and return

the memories strengthen and deepen me forever

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This is lovely, Sharon!

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TIME IN A RUSH (Almost Fiction)

Time to pick up a magazine to browse pictures. Time to polish my toenails a charming pink. Time for contemplation of long-ago yesterdays. Time is too illusive to capture as it rushes screaming past me as if I stood idly by with no thought of movement on my own accord.

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Lovely work, Zoe! And too true.

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Bells ringing mean many things. Dinner, cow bell . Over indulgent bell. Ring side seat bell, and weddings Or church bell as well as warning bell. The winter sleigh bells. Timeless pieces. Liberty Bell.

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Without question! I was just having a little fun with ya. 😄 Always appreciate your work and its multiple meanings/layers! You have a true gift—and a knack for writing these “fifties”.

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I am grateful to ring the bells. No Hunchback here. As a teacher you are familiar the sounds. New students fret shuffling into classes. Then summer vacation. Idle thoughts unless you get a summer job. Camp counselor In Adirondacks would be my choice or walk Appalachian trail. All fun and games. Glad you see where I’m just having a good day. I like multiple meanings. Gives you places to contemplate.

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