#99 word Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!

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First Love

I touched her hand for the first time today

my fourteen-year-old heart sank into my boots

as she flinched away

A look of pain on her face

as if I had burned her with a hot iron

The Valentine card left on her desk

I later noticed it in the class bin

torn in half

I wondered if she was the kind

that didn’t believe in love

Later that day, my heart was doubly wounded

when I watched her kissing a girl.

They thought they were hidden by the tall trees

my love for her would never be returned…

AAAAA

#Small bites… #Poetry

 

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Fortune Change

I met a lady at the fair

Let me tell your fortune, said she

I smiled and kept on walking

She stopped my steps with this,

“You have one number wrong on your ticket.”

I paid with silver,

she told me then, “turn the four into a five

to see your fortune thrive.”

With this, my bank account did swell…

AAAAA

#Writephoto… New #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: New #writephoto

 

 

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Faceless

Where are you now, my faceless one?

Do you hide in the sunset, the rain,

the smile of a newborn, the flowers in Spring?

Are you there in the face a neighbour, a stranger?

Are you the face of the new moon as she rises?

Do you bring new hope with every sunrise,

with each lover’s first kiss?

Are you there when my tears overflow?

Do you kiss away the sadness,

And bless each renewed moment of the day?

When I am feeling jaded, do you help me

to notice something new?

There is a saying, that you are never too old to learn.

I believe it, for a gift from the faceless one

each day holds a new surprise.

Something I hadn’t noticed before…

AAAAA

 

#writephoto

Freedom… #Poetry

 

 

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Freedom

Gipsy winds painted caravans

Horses that shine like shoe polish

A way of life that many frown upon

others secretly wish they had

I am talking about true Romany pride

The open countryside they leave clean

like the homes they live in

to be caged by four walls

a death sentence

much the same as it was

for the American Indians.

I would love to go back to a time

when we take only what we need,

to run wild with the buffalo

and live free with nature.

Not just in small increments.

To chase that open road.

Alas, I can only dream…

aaaaa