grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

southern comfort

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GBE 2: Blog On, Week 106 – Writing Prompt: Comfort

Chenille bedspread, soft and worn, draped
Over line-dried sheets smelling of summer
Mornings, protect dreams after a day of play in cotton
Fields beyond the chicken coop in wide,
Open spaces offering
Room to
Think and be.

talya

He Promised…

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100 Words on Saturday – write exactly 100 words based on the picture prompt below…
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“Dear, waiting for a man to call is not proper. Besides the phone will never ring if you stare at it.”
“Oh, no mother, I’m not waiting. But I don’t feel well, perhaps something I ate? I should stay home today.”
With the house quiet, she replayed each detail of the magical evening—dancing under a moonless sky, the air steeped in sweet lilac, the touch of his hand on her waist, faint yet intense.
“Operator, please keep this line clear. I’m expecting a call.”
She wondered if fairy tales ever had happy endings?
Seconds crawled.
He promised.
She waited. 

Faith

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I
am
not
lost,
alone,
scared.
Certain
daybreak
shall dawn,
I believe in
my tomorrows.

talya

Note:  This poem is in the style of a Snowball—each line of text is one character longer than the preceding line.

Musical Pairing:

100 Years, Five For Fighting

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

THANKS FOR READING!