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Express in Eight- April 2022 4-1-2022 Articraft We have a fairy jar in the show case. It’s a matter of wonder how it’s made. A bottle with a narrow mouth, long neck a medium-sized body, into which went the winged baby-angels, a cool foursome, articraft by my mother-law of skill and then some. An attraction undeniable to this day to all, look like sentinels, guardian angels on call. Prompt: Fairy Jar 4-2-2022 Felony This lady’s three acres in the countryside seized by the trouble-makers and before she realized were put up for lucrative sale for a sum of ill-gotten profit, with documents of deceptive details, turned her from riches to rags overnight. Prompt: acre 4-3-2022 Disastrous When Nick noticed black blotches of oil on the clear blue Atlantic and a batch of dead kittiwakes, while maneuvering his trawler, was sad and furious at the reckless spill, reported to the authorities that traced the yacht, extracted fine while the birds and fish lay lifeless. Prompt: Oil and water don’t mix. Note- No amount of fine could bring back the endangered species 4-4-2022 Novelty Each time I meet her my zest for life goes up by two notches and some. “It’s madness to dwell too long on things past and let the precious present slip like sand in hand,”says my sister dear, be like nature full of novelty. Prompt: Zest 4-5-2022 The common man Now that the elections close in, leaders offer carrot after carrot to the public that believes not in their schemes, slogans or spin. The unassuming common man, his power often under-estimated, is now aware, Samson-like, to checkmate, to overturn the fate of those in high places. Prompt: International Carrot Day 4-6-2022 Sunlight Nothing is gloomy or ominous when the days are calm and precious. Summer sun rises bright and golden, southern wind is soft and soothing. Sunlight spreads over hill and land, shatters signs of chill and darkness. Every tree and flower in the field swing with joy and sing of hope. Prompt: Ominous 4-7-2022 The spark The fire is almost gone spirals of smoke left behind. What happened to the dream, the life that we shared? Yet I see the flash of your smile shattering the veil of smoke that no longer matters. The spark is all I need. Prompt: Smoke and fire 4-8-2022 Rare and round Desert skies dazzle my eyes The land of Rajasthan sizzles like bacon on a frying pan. Prickly cacti growing at random filling the field till horizon. A van stops, a botanist lifts one in loving zest. Prompt: Prickly 4-9-2022 Through lives Memories of love shimmer and stretch through countless lives. How else could I recognize you from dozens in the photo without ever meeting, yet feeling “I knew him from before.” Prompt: Shimmer Note: There were about 50 people in it. We never met. I was asked to place him. When I did, they wondered. A bond deeper than one life? 4-10-2022 A sense of thrill If you are late coming home, I start missing your laughing eyes, your deep voice, light and loving that lets me feel the world is mine. When we hear quick steps coming up the garden path, the jasmine and I sense a thrill that little else could ever bring to our hearts. Prompt: Write a missing poem 4-11-2022 Of risk and rainbow I knew the risk of tying the knot with no dating,no prior contact. Yet the few times we spoke assured me of more green and grassy than brown and bare. Glad it was no trap, but a life colourful as a rainbow. Prompts: Risk, Knot, Grassy 4-12-2022 The sea, the key An old man steals the car key Another fights a marlin at sea. Both got into a deadly race Both were able to save grace. Simpson and Santiago, poles apart The key is lost at sea, stands small. Fighting nature or fighting for love losing battles, small or serious there of. Prompt: “The old man and the key” (Season 13, Episode 13) 4-13-2022 Created hell The survey drone hits a bird Machine crashes into a tree Panic takes over the devotees peace shatters into a shambles Chanting "save me Lord" they ran helter skelter Stampede followed, several injured Government blamed the disorderly masses.(?) Prompt: Write a panic poem. 4-14-2022 Subtleties Yep, tough to maneuver with a pen that quivers. Words that halt the flow words that make me slow. But then let me be rather slow, be clear with center or centre, often or often times horse or horse-back riding. Prompt: Maneuver 4-15-2022 Cinnamon flavored When my mother made carrot candy, we said "nixy." When the summer was high and afternoons were steamy and sultry, we loved, yet knew not that those tall cool glasses of orange tinted, cinnamon flavored sweet drink was carrot juice. Prompt: Carrots 4-16-2022 Fact or fiction? A fact sounding like fiction! A little egg forcing a master to confess, " Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting." Who'd ever think that the master story teller and maker of gory murders, psychos and stairs 36 had a phobia like many mortals. Prompt: Alfred Hitchcock was frightened of eggs. 4-17-2022 Like a race horse he never stops to gallop. More, to places where things get worse. Be it a cross country marathon or leading a team to the heart of Africa to spread blood safety programes summer after summer through computing for good. 4-18-2022 Mind off No more cowboys collies control cows puppets on a string. Trained dogs herding them up leading them on till cows come home till being scatterbrained. Image prompt: Cows and Border Collie 4-21-2022 Empowered The electrical outage lasted for a week or more No, there was no groping in the dark lost like the blind. The roof top solar power empowered us with lights fans and computer. A true blessing during a fierce cyclone. Prompt: Electricity 4-25-2022 Can't beat it I am going to wait till next Monday things might improve tomorrow I might have uneasy dreams I can't say pain and strain could bring sorrow. I tell myself to put up a bold front try to philosophize the persistent ache stay calm and don't pull any stunt ring the dentist if peace is at stake. Prompt: I waited until.../My most uneasy dreams/May be tomorrow 4-26-2022 Even keel I suppose I mellowed, zigzagging between harsh and smooth, ending on an even keel, a happy mean. Surely, a sign of growing older as vision adjusts to distant horizons as I start feeling good about folks, I may not meet, greet or talk in person but basically human, Sam, Jane or Susan. Prompt: Mellow/ Zigzag 4-27-2022 Beauty in the eye A watchful eye keeps us safe Silver beams of of beauty and light drench the world, defeat darkness. power, faith and love hanging on eternity. Prompt: Image of “Moon eye” 4-28-2022 Time Time is a master a true tyrant. Time is money cold and cruel Time is love enduring and endless Time is God neither late nor early. Prompt:"Aside from Velcro, time is the most mysterious substance in the universe." – Dave Barry 4-29-2022 Pungent Lemons, limes, sweet oranges sitting in cozy clusters on the evergreen trees tingle my tongue- the beneficent citrus, like the witty, well meaning, pungent satire of a poet or a playwright, sharpening mind and heart. Prompt: Tingle 4-30-2022 The Wave No amount of avoiding and hiding could wash me of the impatience, the harshness of an embittered past I'd like to reverse. The wave that's gone can't be replaced, I realize. Prompt:Swept under the rug |