It is very realistic to think of a creative person. Our blogger, as always, tries to create something new and positive. That reflects from this blog post.A common and regular practice can make us bored. So, some different but meaningful thoughts bring new hopes. The creative ideas flow.
My Dad was career Air Force and until I was eight (3rd grade) I lived in six states. I never had time to learn how to swim ... until I moved to Bad Axe, Michigan.
My folks signed me up for swim lessons beginning the end of May in Lake Huron. Let me tell you the water was so cold, I think I was blue after ten minutes in the water. I NEVER learned to swim until I moved to Maine in the 10th grade. And that was in a YMCA (indoors).
While I never expect to be left in the ocean, knowing how to swim is a benefit as with about one percent body fat, I cannot float.
Jellyfish Here in the US, too, some landlords and rental communities do not allow pets and others have very strict rules. I would love to have another cat if only I could guarantee its welfare after me.
I think most people would like a pet for companionship, especially dogs or cats. This can be very difficult in England if you do not own your home because most landlords do not allow tenants to have pets, even if you are paying a high rent. Which is bizarre when we are allegedly a nation of animal lovers!
Cats make lives interesting in more ways than we think. They definitely think they're royalty. Good use of the prompt!
I was reading to Pumpkin this morning (Iron Wolf), I was just beginning the fourth chapter when he placed his widely spread paw on the page. I went to move it and he stretched even further out. So I petted him and he decided to fall asleep across my book in my lap. I eased my book out so I could read more and he put his paw up again.
Apparently Iron Wolf isn't his favorite book.
Prompt:
On this day in 1962 Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett. I've included the song to inspire your monster entry today. Write either a story or a poem about monsters, any kind you want after seeing Pickett's facial expressions you should have lots of inspiration.
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My Monsters
Suddenly, when hours creep
I'm too scared and cannot weep
for his face twists in ways unknown
and his voice takes on a husky tone
I look in the mirror to see, no, it isn't him
with smiles cracked, carved with grim
but also me who grins from ear to ear
with lips curled, to hide my fear
Also, is a face with chin pulled tight
the nose a swirl of crooked fright
he puffs his cheeks, eyebrows too thin
some face he has, stretched like sin
My monsters growl, sigh, and snare
I try to look away, in despair
yet, they are not evil, but odd and free
my monsters are a part of me
When I look away, they disappear
but within my shadow, they're so near
like grief, lost hopes, bent and skewed
they keep after me, to me they are glued.
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