MLMM ...Monday Wordle # 486

 silence seen money change kept hand flowers irritated fault known table excited

she had seen money
change hands under the table before
when she was a kept woman
only irritated her now

no longer excited her
she had known the fault
lie not in the stars
all she wanted was silence

on a desert island with a garden
full of flowers

THE SKEPTICS KADDISH.....W3 # 220

nothing ever wasted chez moi  mironton a traditional dish of leftovers  always on the menu

recycling  innovative and aesthetic the french can create silk purses from a sow's ear

good for the environment and the hip pocket fashion ideas shared via blogs crossing oceans with a click  of a finger 

french haute couture made from plastic waste

designer furniture made from french discarded oil drums

 

WHAT"S GOING ON

 Currawongs sound like humans. They are master mimics. They live in close proximity to suburbs across eastern Australia and copy environmental noises such as whistles, human speech and mechanical sounds like car alarms

no need
for an alarm clock
the morning chorus
performs 
right on cue
she pulls the covers
over her head
better than barking dogs
i suppose

TANKA TUESDAY....CHALLENGE NO.# 73...Bussokuseki

a little beauty
aussie eastern rosella
gorgeous colouring
this one lives in ballarat
on lake wendouree lucky

mike has him as a neighbour

MLMM Monday Prompt # 485

full anxiety running town message box today again wrong bench sound half

running around town today
like a maniac 
half crazy
full of anxiety
delivering messages
getting things wrong
doing too much again
sounds and is  a disaster
will sit on that bench over there
to rest for a bit
before i end up in a box

 

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 235....POETS AND STORY TELLERS UNITED

 a hidden gem
in the harbour
sees us come and go
centuries in
centuries out
forever constant
holds many memories
including a wedding ring
diamonds are certainly not
a girl's best friend

NOSTALGIA

 https://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2017/02/nostalgia.html

no swimming pool
just endless hours of fun
in a simpler age

learning to make cakes with mum
in the kitchen
or spending days on the beach
investigating rock pools
building sandcastles
digging holes to china
lurping on home made ice blocks

playing on swings and seesaws
making cubby houses 
from cardboard boxes
teepees from old sheets
collecting caterpillars in jam jars
making dolls from clothes pegs

every garden had quick sand
down the back in those days
with stories of small children
who wandered off
and were never seen again

the ones 
who spoke to strangers
offering sweets
were put into hessian bags
hurled from the top of the cliffs
into the sea

the boy who
swallowed the apple seeds
was found in the morning
by his grandma
with a tree growing out of his stomach

we enjoyed
the wonder
the thrill
the innocence of childhood

we had the best of it