Communication

But he always comes to me
And demands what he wants, you see
Remembering that I have sway
Knowing the kids are a call away


So my dog is aware that I can’t get up as often lately (health just plummeted) but he also knows that I’m a lot faster at getting the kids to do something that he needs or wants than if he went to the kids by himself. So Vincent will come and bark at me the different barks he has for when he needs food, water, or to go outside.

Or if he wants to cuddle, but not with me for some reason.

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Hungry For…

So many people
Think there’s only one way
And they forget just what they have
Reality isn’t always the same
Voices don’t always cry out
Even when they know
Despair has fingers everywhere

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Lullaby – Story Snippet

“Please don’t scream anymore.”

Everyone was startled by the low words from the crouching man in the middle of the room. They hadn’t realized that he’d stopped singing the quiet lullaby to himself until that moment.

“I don’t want to know what will happen if you wake her up.”

It was his oldest friend that ventured the question they were all wanting to ask. “Wake who up, buddy?”

“The crying woman in the back of my head.”

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Pretty Fly

People say turkeys
Are dumb and cannot fly high
I know that they can


I am trying a type of poem that I haven’t in a long while, a haiku.

Mostly because I came across a funny cartoon where a turkey is asking why they were made to be dumb and not able to fly. I have turkeys here on my farm and they aren’t dumb at all and they can fly so we had to put netting up all across the top of their enclosure while keeping them in the garage in the meantime. They love to perch way up high in the rafters and I wish that my garage was kinder to my camera so I could show everyone.

It’s true that most turkeys are bred today in such a way that does make them really stupid (the ones you can buy to raise from most stores that sell them will drown themselves in the rain on accident). We lucked out and got a tom and two jennies that were smart enough to keep themselves alive so long as we can keep them in the yard and safe from predators. (Mostly because our tom turkey, Cid, is the biggest coward ever. He’ll make lots of noise. As he runs away. The jennies, Misha and Edea are more willing to protect their chicks than Cid is.)

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Choose to Lose

Sometimes it’s hard to remember
That all we have
And all we’ve lost
Comes from the same place

We only have connection
To those things we choose
Never really knowing
Just how much we lose.

We give a bit of ourselves
To those we love
Knowing in some way
This is the way to grow

A loss isn’t truly a loss
Unless you choose to let it go
Choosing what you will take
And knowing the difference it makes.

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Spider’s Friend

Can’t remember when the last time
All of us were here
Remembering what we had
I can’t think of another moment
Not knowing what was lost
Going to keep trying, no matter what

It was hard to think of all the time that had passed. She had thought that there would be more time. They were all pretty young and the majority of them had good health. Their lives had all gone off in different directions. one breaking off first and then another and then another until they only had the barest strands linking them.

The strands that used to be as thick as a wool blanket, newly knit by a master craftsman.

Now they were as thin as a string of spider’s web.

She had thought they were still as strong as a spider’s web, at least. After all, those were very strong strings.

But…

But she had forgotten that it was easier for something, or someone, to come along and cut a spider’s thread, destroy the web that was so beautifully created to provide shelter and sustenance.

She’d been able to catch a few glimpses of some of those threads recently. Some of them still shown, bright with morning dew.

But…

But one was slack, billowing in the wind.

She hadn’t understood what that meant. Still wouldn’t understand it for over six months.

She doesn’t wish she never found out, because ignorance is not bliss. She should know, she’s been caught up because of it before and it never ended well.

The thread was cut by the friend himself. There was no coming back from that.


This was inspired by the Dungeon Prompt: Never Shared.

I’m going to be honest, it took me a bit to be able to finish this one. I won’t go into why, but it was hard. This is a hard subject.

Just, for anyone out there, remember that no one is better without you in the world. Even if you aren’t in their lives anymore, just knowing that you are out there in the world and living can be enough for them.

Please don’t give up.

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Constant – Story Snippet

There was never any one thing that kept her going.

Sometimes she kept moving because if she stopped there would be no one to stop Them.

Sometimes it was because she knew she would disappoint her family if she gave up.

Sometimes it was because she didn’t have it in her to lay down and stop moving.

Either way, she’d been going for so long, mostly alone and almost always having to leave behind every good thing she found that she didn’t know how to stop.

It was a lot more difficult to stand still than it was to push forward.


I struggled with this prompt more than the others. I couldn’t figure out if I was going to write a little story snippet or write a poem. Either way, this was what happened after reading the Dungeon Prompts: Needing Some Inspiration.

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