It’s been a long weekend. I’m tuckered out. And I’m not too late to make my brief post for Day #27 of the #NaBloPoMo challenge to create each day throughout November.
Her hope sprouts each day
Blooms and branches spread out far
Damned roots stuck in clay
I wrote this haiku before Thanksgiving, and today I created the image using ArtRage.
This is my post for Day 26 for #NaBloPoMo November 2016.
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.
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?
After I wrote the post, I created the image using ArtRage on my tablet. The image does not represent the written word. I could not bring myself to doodle the images that were running through my mind. I’m trying to stay positive. Rather the written word and the post paired together represent my concerns to our current political climate.
Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.
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.
“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 changes to this world’s landscape and the curious population.
“Our forbears suffered for thousands of years as their lives were drenched in greed, hate, and despair. Eventually, a mighty civil war fractured our democratic republic,” the cat told Stella as they walked.
Stunned yet curious, Stella wondered aloud, “How did this happen?”
The cat flicked its bushy blue tail and continued, “Humans grew increasingly hostile to outsiders. They began to fear and distrust their neighbors and build barriers between regions. Their paranoia increased with their isolation as did the wars. Clans continued to live separately, limiting their bloodline, denying progress made by others, and eventually their societies collapsed under the weight of such historical ignorance.”
Stella stopped to consider the folly of the humans and the azure feline with glowing opals looking up at her. She quietly asked, “So, what happened to the humans?”
“During those dark ages, as borders were constantly being redrawn with blood and as their youth continued to lose their lives, humans eventually lost hold of their dominance within the animal kingdom. And that is also when our world was visited by those from the first dominion.”
Stella halted and looked up at the chartreuse sky. “You mean there is life out there?”
“Of course. There has always been. But more to the point, they have returned.”
Stella stopped and asked, “How do you know?”
“Simple,” the cat purred. “They have sent a new ambassador.”
“Really? Where? When?’
The cat smiled and looked towards Stella’s door floating along the glistening horizon. “Yes. Here. Now. She landed in your dining room just moments ago.”
Today’s post is the fifth and final act in this particular story, “Stella’s Visitor.”
I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed before I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet.
Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo.
“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 into the floor of her dining room. She stepped back and winced as her nostrils began to burn. “Yep. There is a definite funk in the air.”
Her mom took a deep breath before making the curt proposal, “Stella. Can’t you just pick it up and throw it back out the window?”
“Hmm,” considered Stella. “I think I smell something like snips and snails and puppy dog tails. This odd odor and the sounds emanating from the meteor make me feel light-headed. Perhaps, I’ll take a nap…”
Her mom was having none of it. “Cut the crap, Stella, and roll that thing outside before it starts growing hair.”
Today’s post is the third part from the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”
I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed and before creating the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet.
Let’s go, #NaBloPoMo!
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 from the alien rock. The pop, sizzle, pop, rat-a-tat she had heard originally upon entering the house had long since dissipated. Now, an ethereal and sonorous melody played with her imagination. Enthralled with the sounds, she lost track of time.
Hours later she decided to call her elderly mother.
“Hi, mom. I need you to listen to this . . .” >>
Today’s post is the second chapter of the continuing saga about “Stella’s Visitor.”
I composed this post last night while watching TV in bed. I created the image using the ArtRage app on my tablet. Then then I recorded the sound effects using an app on my Android phone. I am easily entertained.