Tag: Imagery
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A Ticklish Talent
She stood up to wear Pants to dress down a clown A ticklish talent I wrote this haiku before Thanksgiving and then created the image using ArtRage. This is my post for Day #26 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016.
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Savory Bites to Measure
Supper planned tonight Savory bites to measure Family, pie, and wine I created the image using ArtRage and wrote this haiku. This is my post for Day #24 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016. Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.
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Her Sure Reality
Her façade surreal A bedazzled face, a scene Sober, she is real I created this image using ArtRage last night, and then wrote the accompanying haiku. This is my post for Day #23 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016. I wrote this post after doodling the image using ArtRage on my tablet. Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.
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Lunatic fringe, Man
Crazy orange man. President-to-be-man. Not normal man. Nazi-enabling man. Help us, man. I wrote this brief post in 60 seconds using oneword™, a website designed to provide the user with a timed writing prompt. While on that site, simply click “go” and one word appears with a text box. My word was “lunatic”. What was yours?…
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Her Bedazzled Trip
Her strides curb to spot Bright blooms bedazzled downtown Distracted, she trips ___________________ I created this image tonight, and then wrote the accompanying haiku. I missed my daily walk today. I mean that I really did miss taking a walk downtown today. This is my post for Day #21 in #NaBloPoMo November 2016.
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Stella’s Visitor – Act 5
“Walk with me, Stella,” purred the blue cat. “Let me share something with you.” Still grappling with the reality of a world with talking animals and no sun, Stella simply nodded and kept pace with her new azure companion as it shared with her a cautionary tale. Stella listened for hours and learned of the continuing…
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Stella’s Visitor – Act 4
Stella had fallen asleep. She was laying on the floor in the moonlight. She didn’t realize it, but she was also curled next to the meteorite that had mysteriously broke through her dining room window earlier in the day. Breathing softly, Stella dreamed of vast flowing landscape. She saw hills of green sand dotted with…
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Stella’s Visitor – Act 3
“Seriously, mom. I think this thing is a meteorite, and it’s sounds like it is singing.” “Well, Stella, sounds to me like you’ve got a mess,” countered her homebound 81-year-old mother. “Well, mom, it does look wet. And I think it is starting to stink,” replied Stella as she leaned toward the thrumming rock lodged…
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Stella’s Visitor – Act 2
Stella sat enthralled. The flickers from the random ball of fire she found sitting on her dining room floor had finally died out. She thought it might be a good idea to call the fire department or NASA. Yet, Stella simply couldn’t bring herself to move. She sat for hours listening to the sounds emanating…
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Stella’s Visitor – Act 1
Stepping into the house, Stella heard strange noises. And they were not emanating from the grate of the garage door or the rumble of the air conditioner. Grasping the edge of the door, she gently slid her key out of the lock and quickly pocketed it. She stood still in the pantry and cocked her…
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