Where Am I Going?

Three Line Tales, Week 150

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“Yeah, you drive past the Quick-Mart, past the Ford dealership, and you’ll see those great big tall curved blue-green things—turn right in there, go straight back and you’ll see it.”

“Well…same color as your new garage door, real tall and curving…yep, turn RIGHT.”

“You don’t know where the Quick-Mart is?  Well, go all the way to the hospital, then turn around and when you see the old bank that’s now a McDonald’s—it’s across the street.”

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Cleaning Lady’s Kindness


Prompt:  KIND

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Mrs Knoll came once a week, was paid to clean our house.

She was a middle-aged Scandinavian woman, built thick, sturdy.

Her face smiled as she did her work without conversation.

I was young, but soon I’d replace her—do all her chores, for free.

One Saturday, mother was gone on an errand as Mrs Knoll busily scrubbed, dusted, vacuumed…

And when my brother taunted me, Mrs Knoll’s rough cracked hands—soothing balm of comfort more maternal, kinder than I’d ever known—wiped my tears.

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Twittering Tale #114 – 11 December 2018

It has to be here, Grandpa’s been talking

About it for years, he wouldn’t lie

Hold the flashlight, I’ll dig

‘What if we dig too far and the tree

Falls down?  If we create a

Catastrophe, Grandma will kill us’

No risk, no treasure, Bro

‘Grandma’s coming!’

BOYS! there’s a skunk in there!

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Vigil Hours

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Vigilant Father keeps eye on child, His cherished

Investment ~ leads, accompanies, follows close where I

Go ~ watches over each waking moment; attends me

In sleep ~ speaking rest, favor, His plans, and peace

Lest mind be overrun by stealthy fears, doubt that creeps


He holds my heart with Sovereign hands intertwined

Owns my soul by Covenant…nothing, none can separate

Us ~ God embraces orphans; weds the unwanted, neglected

Rejected…nurtures with love, creates new home; destiny

Secured against enemy who seeks to unravel, undermine

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My Castle Keep

Combination of Scott’s Daily Prompts, listed at end of poem ~

You are my castle keep

High above dark impassioned

Waters, exquisite bay wind-stirred

Beyond which, we remain secured

By formidable cragged barrier

Decades, now, not breached by man…

Yet far within echoing walls, deeper

Behind painted screenesteemed

Artist’s last work, which dwindling

Coffers could bare afford—we spend

Our days and final riches of estate

My heart, entire, has ever been yours

Rapt, I listen, hours trickling crystalline

Through glass globes, as you regale

Me with poetry, mythology, ancient tale

Till you gaze at me, then sudden, weep 

And, to lace-gowned breast, I clasp you near…

How could I love you more? fingers trace

Planes of your face, perfect lips I adore

Feelings I cannot full express—my hunger

Liabilityfearing you desire me less

Since strength has waned; for, dusk draws

Drape upon your life, Time never endless…

You’d leave me grieved, let sorrow press

Me over cliffs—but I beg kiss, whisper rest

And sealed, entombed, we’ll lie together

In this, our strange unhaunted Forever.

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Hallucinated Friendship

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No DIY kits

To build perfect-fit friendship

Often lofty dream

Was more hallucination

Actions belied person’s claims

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