Prosery 5 – All Hallows

This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence

As I walk along I see the broken twigs across this leaf covered path. This path used to guide a dirt bike, whether through dry dirt or soft mud, winding up into the trees, circling back down, and ending at the edge of the yard.

Now the path is covered. It has not been disturbed in months. It will never be ridden through again, no dirt bike to crush the sticks and leaves underneath. This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence, that leaves a path to settle forever.

One Word Sunday: Yellow

Welcome to One Word Sunday, and over to all of you to join the challenge with your own yellow post.

Yellow is a color that isn’t black or blue

It is a brighter shade of cream, a different sort of hue.

It can be found upon the back of a little bumble bee

Or at the top of some old family’s finest Christmas Tree.

It is the sun, it is the flower, it is a lump of gold.

It isn’t something hard or soft, nothing you can hold.

Can you think of one more thing that makes this color work?

I cannot think of one more thing, I’m going quite berserk.

The Sunday Whirl #427

Jimmy Joe

Jimmy Joe was ten years old and such a smart young boy 

He didn’t have much time to read or even use a toy. 

Jimmy Joe would use a light to probe his mom and dad 

For finding a new book on crime he knew his parents had. 

The book would be about the tricks that mobsters used to do 

To rob a bank or steal a car or hijack you-know-who.  

He went to bed at night at nine and woke up on one side 

He’d struggle to find where he was in the dark, he rarely liked to hide. 

His parents designed a new sort of game that Jimmy Joe did love 

He had to start with both his hands inside of just one glove.  

He’d go and ask his grandma for a nickel and a dime 

He’d take those coins and shake them in a bottle full of slime.  

Conducting labs with salt and coins was such a silly time 

He had to finish all this mess before he heard the chime.  

The chime was there to tell him that he had to finish up 

The slime, he’d pour it in his hand and then into a cup. 

The moral of the story is that Jimmy Joe did find 

That making a mess and cleaning it up was on his parents’ mind.  

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dress.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

Dresses come in size and shape

don’t ask a monkey, ask the ape.

She wears a dress of silver thread

from her belly to below her head.

or is the silver on her back?

Do just the males like to attack?

The fur they have is like a dress

to other clothes there’s no access.

But what does this have to do with me?

Look at my clothes and then you’ll see!

I dress so simply for comfort

A bit nicer for a fancy spurt.

But never do I worry for

no one comes to my front door.

FOWC with Fandango — Irate

Today’s word from Fandango is “irate.”

FOWC with Fandango — Irate 

 
If you’re mad then you’re irate 

But don’t you go and take that bait.  

They’ll hook you only if they can 

They’ll say you’re not a stronger man. 

They want you to feel guilt and shame 

But you’ll be the only one to blame.  

Don’t say a word to that nonsense 

Build up that wall, put up that fence.  

Show them that your heart is strong 

And this will only prove they’re wrong.