(The Battle of Magenta added color to the Italian War of Independence…but you knew that!)
Good morning, my loving Literati!
Diane Cresswell has warned me that should my nose hairs freeze together and I sneeze I could blow my brains out, here in the frozen north country, the land of the double entundra. Sound advice indeed. White flakes accumulate out the window of The Towers today; ‘sno wonder I look for comfort and warmth in the entries into our contest A Dozen Roses from a Single Thorn: A Valentine’s Day Love Story.
Diane has cleverly hidden the prompt “but it was only a rumor” into her story. How about hiding your own rumors? Here is how to do it with panache and alacrity!
Better hurry up and let your love show! Contest ends Feb tenth!
And here is
Rumor Has It Life is Love
by Diane Cresswell
Observations of Life: But…
It looks lopsided. Why… is the question. Moving I see it from a different angle… it does appear to be lopsided. I make the bed bemusing the fate of the mattress. It was once new, but it now reflects the fate of a single person’s sleeping habits; a one sided affair.
Observations of Life: It’s…
I read the letter announcing my newly assigned parking space. But… as I read I felt confusion. It says Area 51. Isn’t that in Nevada? Have I been invited into the Twilight Zone? Maybe that’s why it’s available! Cool!
Observations of Life: Only…
They’ve arrived. Their youthful energy stirs the morning air. Adults oversee their charges as excitement trounces stillness. They listen moving into position, stepping out of line then back in always watched. Trooping into the cave- like setting, they settle in. Shhhhs fill the air. Welcome kids. It’s showtime!
Observations of Life: A+…
Ahhh… youthful liveliness! I watch the children infiltrate the museum. They giggle, dance, jump, hide, whisper, question, observe, listen, point, absorb, play, chatter like raucous magpies, captivated and exuberant while robed in flashes of wildly mixed psychedelic colors. I love the joy they bring.
Observations of Life: Rumor…
Better to give than receive. An amazing concept that is not totally true. A gift to someone, whether small or large, brings pleasure to the recipient. It can come in many forms: a hug, a card, a phone call, a treasure, etc. Given with love, the smile is the reward. Receiving that smile is a wonderful gift… back.
Observations of Life: Or…
There’s something about early mornings that comfort the spirit. The sun rising up over the horizon sends it’s tendrils of light leisurely towards closed eyelids, birds sing their individual songs floating gently into the eardrum, the wind stirs the leaves of the eucalyptus. Sleep withdraws; a new day has dawned.
Observations of Life: Is…
Southern California is a treat for the eyes. Brilliant color is everywhere created from a plethora of blooming plants and trees; pulsating magentas, screaming yellows, neon oranges, spiritual purples, quiet blues, greens of every hue and pinks defying description. The breathtaking beauty is so astounding that I forget to breathe.
Observations of Life: It…
Rain is coming down
Turning smiles into frowns,
But be that as it may
It’s much needed today.
It brings life and a promise
Of a rainbow hanging over us.
The trees and plants soak it in
For without the rain it would be quite grim.
No leaves, no green, no flowers to see
For the death of them would make me flee.
So do not be upset or frown
As the rain comes falling down,
It brings beauty to life’s forms
After each passing of the storms.
Observations of Life: Reality…
Love: poets have written about it; songs have been sung to it; stories written of the ups and downs of love’s effects; even art has attempted to capture it, but all have failed. Love is life!