Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
when speaking beware
of placing the accident
on wrong silLAbill
Very happy Sunday and the Ragtag Daily Prompt is accident! I left my rental car for the day and came back to this: Sigh. No note. Hopefully no one hurt. Accidents do happen and interrupt our lives. This is minor except for phone calls and paperwork. I hope this is not a trigger and there […]
RDP Sunday: accident
What are your biggest challenges?
reset
recycle
rejoin
reply
repost
redeem
repeat
repartee
Clearly my reset is on repeat
Pete and Re-Pete
Ruffles have ridges
Kerfuffles on burned bridges
Unruffled snitches
Always end up with stitches
From French Onion Dippages
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RDP Monday: UNRUFFLED
coherent states sell
inherent suspicions to
incipient beliefs
With the winter solstice
Taking the holidays to reflect
On what artifacts to collect
For the year 2026
Frosty the Snowman
wins the snowball fight every
winter solstice night
we replaced being
humble with glorified fake
reality stars
slender limbs entwine
bind me with tight enrapture
trellis tied love vine
prefer a good blow
of snow to a shimmering
sheet of cold wet sleet
value not blooming
on social media vine
is being humble
gratitude given
for being watched over by
machine's loving grace
Beacon of false hope
Lantern for lustful lechers
White House Bordello
happy holidays
when the hydrangea of hope
blooms for scant moments
It's with gratitude
that the drinking lantern lights
for all winter trolls
long night nectar quaff
prodigious ambrosia munch
satiated beasts
A Christmas exit
With a wink, lick, and promise
A glimmer of hope
a pinch of remorse
plus a sprinkle of regret
to make the angst rise
palpable regret
with dawn's first glimmer after
ambrosia frolic
our sighs echo out
into the dim morning light
through open windows
Just remember this
It's not that I don't recall
Just don't want to tell
Fluttering outside
Just thought it was a dim moth
It was something else
moth eaten moral
fabric will only dim light
on faulty recall
memory held in
my private buffer is dear
to who I am now
missing the days when
the Wrigley Field ivy
was the main feature
not the slick corporate shill show
picking pockets of the fans
the clever swallow
flees a looming snow drift for
the southern sunshine
A Scroll Threw Life 