Heads or Tails Tip

Heads or Tails prompt: Tip or anything that rhymes with Tip

presents, cards and song
charred candles, ice cream and cake
cheery five-year-old

I have a tip.

The four-year-old turned into a five-year-old on April 10 and celebrated in a timely fashion with minimal family.

On April 13, his celebration included his friends and their parents as well as greater numbers of family.

A 'same-age' buddy asked the birthday boy how old he was and the answer was 'Six.' His friend and I were amazed.

By the time I figured that he was aging a year for each party, I surmised that weary parents could get a jump on celebrations - have two while the mess is in plain sight and skip the following year. That probably won't work.

Ribbon Nest is a digitally altered fractal.

Haiku for One Single Impression

One Single Impression says: Our blogging friend Gautami Tripathy of Delhi, India, suggests the prompt glory for this week.


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rainbow circle
haloes misty cloudspun peaks
...iridescent crown


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dazzling tones
wrap aircraft shadow
sky jewelry

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Fractal created in Fractal Explorer




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Writers Island Flight

Writers Island: This week’s, and the thirtieth prompt is: “Flight”. How does “Flight” lift your imagination? Please share with us where this prompt carries you!

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They Call the Wind

Moans in the dark of night
beg my soul to join in flight
sing of journeys across the sky
of brushing the Bitterroot high
to ruffle soaring stalwart trees
wrinkling water of lakes and seas
dusting the desolate prairie
and moving the great Mojave
I am the wind, it whistles
and is gone...






Watercolor by Sue


poetry watercolor

Sunday Scribblings Fearless

Sunday Scribblings Fearless is the prompt.

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BERRIES

her dirt bike kicks up a cloud
powders the ancient cedars
and masks the scent of berries
sunlight mottles the trail

one fat shadow budges
rising to hind legs like a man
snarly grunts and nose a-quiver
stages a standoff on the path

two wheels without reverse
and short of turnaround plot
brake pedal hisses a squeal
pitches it out like an overthrow

the brown bear drops to fours
and waddles into heavy brush
she breathes the sweat of fear
shifts to three, throttles away