Tag: nablopomo
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Pass the Plate
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.
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Hopes Too Bright to See
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.
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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 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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