Monthly Archives: September 2017

Twittering Tale #48 – 5 September 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. Be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #47 – The Roundup

Loved your tales this past week. Several of you took a stroll down memory lane, relived childhood play and recalled some of the interesting things we did with marbles…like frying them to make them crackle. Thanks, Ghost, for that memory. I had forgotten all about crackling marbles. As always a few of you took an inspirational approach…and there were a few that just plain made me chuckle…and blush! Thanks again for joining the challenge. Here’s the Round-up. Be sure to visit you fellow tweeter’s blogs!

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Photo by David Estebanez at Pixabay.com

Starting us off, here’s mine:
I heard he lost his marbles!
Yeah. That mibster was fudging. He knuckled down, knocked his aggies out and even took his taw for keepsies. 
(137 Characters)

From Reena at Reinventions:
The glass artist said marble collections inspired him.
“Ur take on the stained glass deceptions painted on canvas?”
“The artist has grown up.”
(140 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
My dad’s better than your dad.
He isn’t, my dad never fudges.
Neither does mine, he’s round to go round.
My dad will beat your dad.
Bet cha.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
‘I found these for you Grampy as Nan said you lost yours years ago.’
The old boy smiled toothlessly, his eyes alight.
‘Wonderful! Let’s play!’
(140 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Glass Cat’s Eye marbles for sale. Various sizes and shapes. Great for kids and collectors. These gems will go fast, so don’t miss out.
(134 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Mirror glass and  colours  shine
All reflections  and  fractals entwine
Rolling  swift across  the  floor
Bowling graded balls  of  glass
Lovely childhood  memories for  sure
Even ground or  sloping  hill, Tarmac  or  grass
Super special best game of  marvellous  marbles

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manilla:
Memories of youth
My happiness
Naive in the world
I wanted simple things
Ate ice – cream
Played hide-and-seek
Played catch , marbles , yoyo
My past
(140 characters)

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
We are similar to humans and come in different colors, sizes and textures, just like them. The difference being, we believe in transparency.
140 characters

From Leena at Soul Connection:
“Mom Look Wht I Found,MARBLE!”
She Took,Closed One Eye n Held It 2wrds Sun.Smile Carved On Her Sad Face.
Childhood Memories Nvr Fail To Do Dat.

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
As we played, one marble rolled away and disappeared into a hole
in the wall. I bent low to see and sat up in shock; an
eyeball stared back.
(140 Characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Kat’s photo prompt this week is of a cluster of shiney new marbles. Led me to think about Britain’s colonial past, would you believe ?
UK Envoy             We have marbles for you
Greek Curator   You mean THE Marbles
U E                         Er   yes
G C                        The Elgin marbles you stole from us
U E                         Look at these lovely marbles truly gems in glass

From GhostMMNC at TeleportingWeena:
“Coming of Age in Marble Land”
“Don’t be scared, little ones,” said Mama Marble
“The skillet is very hot, but you’ll love the icy bath afterwards,
and you’ll be beautiful.”
Character count = 139

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Hey buddies! I am bored sitting here . Kids these days, just don’t let go their gadgets.  I yearn for the good old days of play time and fun!
Letter count : 140

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
A Round Marble,
Once it was fun, loaded to the fullest
A Game, I wished to play, forever enjoy
But now, a thing of nostalgic feelings

From Kirst at KirstWrites:
Every step echoed across the bare floor. Holding a box of broken toy cars and faded drawings, he closed the door for the last time.
(131 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
For those of a delicate disposition READ NO FURTHER.
These are what they used to get the right dangle.
The scar is fast disappearing so you can hardly notice!
Bollocks, I do so miss them though!
(139 characters)
TOO LATE!

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
Dad, Mom, my siblings were relaxing in our box. 
The naughty kids picked us to play a game.
Can’t these humans be on their play-stations?
139 characters.

From Adnil on Facebook:
Marbles nudged by soaked red mittens. Little holes in the frozen white snow. Ad hoc rules of innocence. Spoils of “victory” still make the ❤ smile.

Twittering Tale #48 – 5 September 2017

It’s time for a coffee break. So tell me, is this a secret rendevous, a business meeting, a favorite study nook, a blind date, deep conversation, an argument, a meet up with an old friend? There are so many possibilities! Coffee shops have become the dime store “diners” of our time. (If you don’t know what a dime store diner is…or for that matter a dime store…they were the meet and greet places back in the day…I’m talking 1950’s-60’s with daily “Blue Plate Specials” on the menu. So, my fellow tweeters, brew me a tale of 140 or less. Have fun! I’ll see you at next week’s roundup!

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Coffee Shop from “Free Images” on Pixabay.com

“Get whatever Gramps. I’m payin’.”

“A coffee, please.”

“Decaf? Dark roast? Cream? Soy? Sugar or…?

“Good god! COFFEE! Black. Do you have that?

(140 Characters)

~kat


Hearty Creamed Lentil Stew

There’s a cool snap in the air. Time for yummy soups and stews, casseroles and crock pot creations. I had a handful of ingredients begging to be simmered before their expiration date. I do some of my best new recipes after foraging through the back of the cabinets and ‘frig. Not all of my culinary experiments turn out. This one, however, is a keeper!

I wanted lentils. Had a pound of those. I also had a baking potato, celery, carrots, two sweet onions, broccoli, and a bag of baby spinach. So I gathered my harvest on the counter. Here’s how it all went down…

The Ingredients in Order

1 lb dry lentils

2 sweet onions

3 stalks of celery

1 TBS chopped garlic

1 TBS sea salt

2 TBS chopped jalapeños

olive oil

1 large baking potato

3 carrots

1 cup broccoli

1 pound fresh baby spinach

1 can Cream of Mushroom soup

Pepper

Sour Cream and parsley to garnish

While the lentils are soaking (about an hour) slice and dice 2 sweet onions and 3 stalks of celery, add 1 TBS of chopped garlic, 1 TBS sea salt and 2 TBS of diced jalapeño peppers, and simmer in olive oil until tender.

Then add the root veggies…a large baking potato, and 3 carrots, peeled and diced. Toss until tender.

Finally, add a cup of chopped broccoli. Simmer a bit longer ’til the broccoli turns bright green.

To this aromatic ambrosia add the lentils (drained) and enough water to cover everything with an inch or so to spare. Pop on a cover and slow simmer until the lentils have absorbed most of the liquid.

Not done yet. Gently toss a pound of fresh baby spinach leaves into the steaming stew.

Add a can of cream of mushroom soup and a dash of pepper.

Serve with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of parsley.

This protein/vitamin/antioxidant rich blend of yummy love in a bowl is a mild and comforting lentil soup alternative, even with jalapeños hidden in the mix. They actually give it a warm afterglow rather than a kick. Enjoy!


Magnetic Poetry Monday

breath of withering blossoms dying
nights grow longer, fall has come
deep brown cover softly rustles
tree boughs bare their winter bones
earth beneath her frosted blanket
rests her wild soul at dusk
cold, but for a season, rooted,
soon the spring will dawn in bloom

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit.


Insomniac’s Lullaby

soft the gloaming hush descends
settle now your weary head
pray for blessings, make amends
day is done, it’s time for bed

settle now your weary head
serenaded by the night
day is done, it’s time for bed
draw your coverlet up tight

serenaded by the night
humming street lights, traffic zoom
draw your coverlet up tight
safe and snug in your bedroom

humming street lights, traffic zoom
cricket chatter, bullfrog peeps
safe and snug in your bedroom
babies wailing, cats in heat

crickets chatter, bullfrogs peep
ticking clocks, water dripping
babies wailing, cats in heat
rattling snores, fan cords clicking

ticking clocks, water dripping
try to sleep, soon morning comes
rattling snores, fan cords clicking
curse the night’s incessant hum

try to sleep, soon morning comes
count some sheep, try sipping tea
curse the night’s incessant hum
early to bed…now it’s 3

count some sheep, try sipping tea
pray for blessings, make amends
early to bed…now it’s 3
soft the gloaming hush descends

~kat

A Pantoum poem for Sunday Writing Prompt. Thanks to Scribblersdip at Mindlovemisery’s Menagery and Rugby843 for the prompt: Night Sounds.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 September 2017

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This was not a good week for so many. Though arrogant Americans wail and lament over storm surge swallowing of its shining cities on the Texas Gulf Coast, other places on the globe suffered similar hardships…Niamey, Niger; Maharashtra, Mumbai, India; El Gezira, Sudan. Only the week before Sri Lanka suffered catastrophic mudslides. 

 

Now, I’m not going to bring up the topic of climate change…the fact that urban sprawl and the rape of natural barriers have contributed to our current troubles…that CO2 emissions and other caustic pollutants are wearing away the frail ozone layer that protects us from the sun’s harmful rays…I’m not going to mention plastic…pesticides…nuclear sludge…coal dust…oil spills…Nope. I’m not going to bring it up because it should be obvious to any thinking, conscientious person who respects the earth and hopes to preserve its beauty for future generations.

 

Nature is resilient. She eventually reclaims what is hers. Silly humans, we think we are in charge. The truth is, we are here as guests. We are granted leased space, expected to leave the place the way we found it. Nature has no problem evicting us if we haven’t met the terms of our contractual agreement. That‘s the reality. And we’ll not be getting our deposit back. In fact, we will most certainly pay a great price for the damages.

 

My thoughts are with those who suffer from these natural disasters. May we all do everything we can to mitigate future catastrophes, which are sure to come if we continue on our present course.

 

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 September 2017

dark shade, wild souls
in rain-drenched hollows
giddy twirls beneath wet arches
shrill cicada crescendos
I heard he lost his marbles!
a heart surrenders, knowing
a prisoner of the castle
there is no safe place
so optimus prime
he often argued with a gun barrel
rain drops on roses
we need a hard stop
eternity is only
a thousand moments
roses wear diamonds

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.