Surprise Just Right – Day Twenty-Eight

She was surprised, 

Unfolding before her was a

Romantic moment.

Picture pops and

I find it was random.

So I know it was magical,

Even the occasion needed it.

 

Random act of God?

Random act of kindness?

Inclement weather will not stop,

Because it didn’t go according to plan.

It was wonderful for it.

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Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-28-2/

This gave me a bit more trouble, but I’m still pleased with how it came out.

Article used: http://www.today.com/news/surprise-strangers-capture-sweet-sidewalk-proposal-magical-photos-1D79574410

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More Than One Choice – Day Eight

What to do today?

Should I while the day away?

Should I buckle down and type away?

Should I choose instead to clean all day?

Or may-hap travel ’round the town instead?

 

One way leads to relaxation galore,

Another to hair-pulling and plots I adore.

Yet the third will bring peace and zen still more.

The last brings adventures that will ne’er bore.

Which path shall I take?

 

Each will bring with it rewards,

Whether I weed amongst flowers

Or mentally cross a ford.

Yet again there is the satisfaction brought

With whatever I decide.

 

They say that two roads will diverge in a wood,

But that is not quite right.

There are more than just two paths

Before my sight.

And maybe the choices will all cross in the end.

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Written for today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-eight/

I chose to try and write a different version and yet still tip my hat to Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.

The Strangest of Places

Never really knowing anyone’s name for long;

Everyone moves eventually

In this little bunch of circles off a street.

Gone faster than you can even learn some of their names.

Happy here in a way we haven’t been…ever.

But knowing that here is just like many other places

Or maybe we’ll luck out and find another home

Right where we least expected it.

Half of the adults rarely meet, yet all the children are kept in sight.

Oh, how does such a place where no one knows who you are

Or where you come from still be as safe as can be?

Dynamics of a place where every child is precious, even when they aren’t your own.

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Written for today’s Daily Post prompt and because this is kind of what my little neighborhood is like. Only people that don’t live here drive the full 25 mph; everyone else drives at something like 10 mph because small children and dogs sometimes chase balls and other toys out into the street. Most of the dogs have some kind of pit bull in them, but every single dog that gets out (again, most of them) are probably some of the sweetest dogs I have ever met (and once I had a Golden Retriever puppy who thought that my siblings were her puppies.)

This is probably one of the friendliest neighborhoods I have ever lived in and also the only one where I never know the names of the adults, but know the names of most of the children.

Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/daily-prompt-neighbors/

Now!

Now, I want it now!

Are you listening to me?

Pay attention!

If I have to ask one more time…

I will push this lid closed!

I’m doing it!

Fine! I’ll pretend,

I never wanted it at all.

So I shall sit and sulk.

Humph.

 

Picture: from martha0stout’s camera

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Written for today’s Daily Post prompt and in honor of my cat, Usako (who tries every day to close my laptop on me).

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/daily-prompt-now-2/