Closer to My Heart

After missing last week's Saturday Centus except for reading others' posts, I a glad to be back. This is my favorite meme, and I am determined that my work schedule not keep me away. Jenny Matlock's prompt this week was, at first, a real puzzler for me, but after I published a post on my blog, The Red Sweater, the meme wrote itself. You will find the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar. Please click and join the wonderful writers you will meet there. Here is my contribution for this week. You will see the prompt in bold letters.


My mind wandered as I drove over country roads, verdant and more lush than to be expected in the incredible August heat wave. Checking my rear view mirror occasionally as I usually do, I saw the small town of Barnesville dissolve in the distance and turned my thoughts back to Jenny’s prompt.

Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear...

I had just left a dying man, having been at his home by a fluke, and I had treated him and taught his family how to help him die.

Yes, objects in my rear view mirror were much closer to my heart than they appeared.



This post is linked to Saturday Centus.

Perfection

07/31/10

Here I am again, a day late for Melissa’s fun blog hop, Six Word Fridays. Each Friday, she assigns a word for us to explain or define in six words, and many times we end writing poems with six words per line. It’s a great way to get to know our fellow bloggers, and it’s fun! On my sidebar, you will see Melissa’s URL, so click on it and join us.

This week’s word is “perfection,” and here’s what I did with it.


A

Brand

New

Just

Born

Baby

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Almost Home

Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus is my favorite meme. Each week, Jenny posts a “prompt” around which we are to write a story using only 100 extra words. You can always find her button my my sideboard. This week’s prompt was longer than usual, sixty words, so there was already a style embedded in it. I tried to write in that style, really get outside myself. Did I do it? Can’t tell. You will see the prompt in bold italics.


Almost Home

I organized and packed my things. Did Thomas Wolfe have it right when he wrote, “you can’t go home again?” Twenty years had passed since my high school class graduated and fled Medford for college or jobs in the city. Would many of them attend the reunion?

I tried to make the best of the trip, but driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."

Good times, really? What about bad times, being labeled a nerd? I sighed to myself. “It’s here, the day you have been dreading, the day you travel back in time.........”

I turn around in a driveway and wasted six more hours on the road.


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Runaway Words

SWF - A Day Late
As most of you know, Six Word Friday is a writing exercise that grew out of the ample brain of Melissa over at Making Things Up. Each week, she give us a word to ponder and write six words about it or, more often, poems with six words per line. Come join us. It's lots of fun and often inspiring.

Here's my pitiful entry for this week's word, together:


Together, all my words ran away.
Where they are I cannot say
and without them I am blank
stuck searching for them in my
brain so often so filled with
them that they spill theselves out
of my head and travel to
my fingertips on this MacBook keyboard
and speak loudly for themselves. (Sigh).

This post is linked to Making Things Up . Please click on the link in my intro and pay Melissa a visit!

Under My Bed

Is it Monday ALREADY? Java has posted our “Meet Me On Monday” questionnaire, so it must be! Curious about her blog hop? Just click on the “Meet Me On Monday” button in my sidebar............

Questions:

1. What is your favorite sandwich?

Give me a good ole BLT with home grown tomatoes and crispy bacon, lots of mayo, and put it on untoasted white bread. Maybe I’ll have one for lunch.

2. What is stashed under your bed/mattress?

You’ll find a few pieces of luggage (LV duffles that I bought years ago when it was still affordable - in Paris) and maybe a dust bunny or two. I chase them out every week, but they keep coming back!


3. What is your favorite flower?

Hydrangeas in any color and the camellia called “Betty Sheffield Supreme.” It’s white with pink edges on the blossoms, and it’s oh-so-beautiful. Oh, and I also adore alstroemeria...........any color.

4. What is your favorite magazine?

The New Yorker and sometimes “O.”

5. How often do you weigh yourself?

Every morning. It keeps me on my toes, as I weigh in at the top of the normal range for me. Diet? Try to eat whole foods and stay away from the white stuff - sugar, white flour, salt. (This time of year, when tomatoes are so fresh and juicy, I give myself dispensation for eating some white bread and bacon)!

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Somewhere Under the Rainbow

Here we are with another prompt from Saturday Centus: "Somewhere over the rainbow..." Don't know about "Saturday Centus"? To find out more, please click on the "Saturday Centus" on my sideboard. You'll want to check out "Alphabe-Thursday," another of Jenny Matlock's ingenious memes.

This prompt is a challenge because it evokes so many memories in me. It's difficult be creative when awash with sweet memories. So, here is my little story, not a made up one, a real one. You will see the prompt in bold type. (I promise to do better next week)!



SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

Afternoons on Martinique, rainbows appear, crystalline arches fill sun streaked skies,
colors splash across a blue canvas, glowing and fading each in turn, neon fire flies as dusk descends.

They sit on the balcony of their hotel, condensation droplets lace their martini glasses, and they revel in the quiet. The sun retreats and there are only dark blue skies twinkling with a web of tiny stars.

In his half-step flat tone, he hums “Somewhere over the rainbow...” Their fingers entwine, and she hums along. They move inside, still humming, knowing that what’s under the rainbow that really matters.

It is You or I?

Six Word Fridays - A Day Late

Well, Melissa has given us another word for “Six Word Fridays.”
................and the word is.........”YOU”

Hmmmm, let me see what I can do this this.


It’s about you, or do you
mean I when say, simply, you?
You could mean you, of course
but it’s I who’s the star
of this silly verse about you.