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Four acoustic guitars hung from their places on the music store display rack. Shiny guitar sighed. “It’s not fair, Stripes is always in front.”

Mahogany guitar chuckled, “At least you both get noticed, I get passed over constantly because I’m brown.”

Stripes guitar over-round body vibrated, “You have no idea how humiliating it is to be fondled and ogled then passed over for a better sounding piece like you Mahogany with your deep, rich cadence. Or you Shiny, with your new bridge and titanium bridge pins.”

Tucked away and forgotten in a cabinet beneath the three, Ukulele twanged in disgust.

She is relentless
with claws sharp and long
into my very center she pierces
her will tempered and strong

A scent or word or taste
upon my tongue
then with titanium will
she forces my surrender

Write! She commands me
and when I’m not in the mood
or lack the strength and fortitude
she strikes with deadly accuracy

The words begin to flow
if I do not give credence
she pushes them harder
forms more demanding heed

Pouring words into my mind
filling and bombarding my soul
bending my will to hers
my Muse is loose again

fathers will abandon their children
children will abandon their mothers
mothers hearts break then shatter
and the Earth will weep

neighbors become combative
cities become enemies
countries go to war
and the Earth will tremble

blue skies give way to gray
gray skies give way to black
black skies roil into thunder
and the Earth will shrink

and shrink and shrink
to protect her seas
shrink to protect her land
and the Earth will expel her vermin

continents rise and form
blue skies and white clouds return
animals crawl from where they hid
and the Earth will smile again

The jump was miscalculated and I missed. I skittered to an abrupt halt, trapped in the thick fabric of the woman’s hem. Lifting my face a tiny minuscule, I squinted out and over the tattered fabric to see another woman nearby drag herself out of her chair.

This distraught lady dabbed repeatedly at her skirt, chattering incessantly about a bug being on her person. Now I was distraught. A bug? I hate bugs.

Her face scrunched into cruel delight when she saw me, a picture of outrage. Her skin flecked with red and white blotches set a mottled frame around her mouth; now emitting an ear-shattering cacophony of sound that scalded my own delicate eardrums.

Understanding my life was in peril, I launched myself from the pant leg of my host onto the shoulder of the screaming human, rubbed my legs together and played her my most harmonious cricket song. Just before her big, beefy hand came down on herself in an effort to squash me, I high-jumped from her shaking body and high-tailed it back into the grass where I belonged.

Dreams come true when woven carefully and correctly
Fantasy

Life happens when a knot
becomes tangled untwined
Reality

Let me enjoy the now,
allow me to live in the present
Summer has scarce begun
yet you peddle your back-to-school wares and Halloween ideas
– Incessantly

Bombarded with advertising
campaigns enticing me to
purchase my Fall flower bulbs
now before it’s too late
though Autumn is still two months
– Away

Pondering the need to peddle
the pagan holiday at summer’s
first emergence from spring storms
bells tinkle across the big aisle
where Santa is raising his head
– Inflating

Grills are moved to back aisles
massive rakes and yard bags appear to replace summer chairs and bright colored beach umbrellas
with pumpkin adorned predisposed
– Paraphernalia

Before fall begins to break
while leaves are still vibrant green
up on the advertising screens
of major city and country stores
New Years Eve glitter and sparklers
– Invade

I’ve lost my Summer and now
my Fall and did not get to enjoy them not at all so obsessed with what is going to be just come and enjoy the now with me
– Present

In response to The Skeptic’s Kaddish W3 Prompt #64 POWER
chosen by Sylvia

You hold the power
to bring me to my knees
You hold the power
to fly me to the stars

You have the power
to stay by my side
You have the power
to walk away for good

I own the power
to bend my knees for you
I own the power
to circle the universe for you

I give you the power
to stay with me always
I give you the power
to walk away from me

and bring me to my knees …

In response to Eugi’s post, Moonwashed Weekly Prompt July 18, 2023 – SLUMBER

Where are you slumber
you hint and tease me nightly
You offer yourself to me
then forbid me to partake

Why do you torture me
when it is what we both desire
By day I need my eyes open
and must keep my mind sharp

Who has made you so very evil
to be a master of sleepiness
Ultimate portentous of Narcolepsy
except during the dark midnight hour

What pleasure you must derive
night after night as I walk hallways
March through bedrooms empty
of all but dogs and ghosts

How do I slay you slumber stealer
that I may lay my head down to rest
Relinquish your mighty hold tonight
so I might wake refreshed with the sun

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #320: This weekend your
challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 70 words using the word “Dejected”.

Dejection settled in his heart. It was Saturday and the people traipsed by, not sparing him a glance. He never bothered to lift his head any more, only opening dark amber eyes to track shoes shuffling across the concrete floor.

Rejection seared a pain in his chest as they filed out. All except one. The little girl stood in front of his cage and proclaimed, “That one! He is mine!”

Response to Photo Challenge #28 / Dazzling
JULY 15, 2023 / Hosted by OFMARIAANTONIA