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Monty’s Very Short Shorts – Silk

#Silk

Quill of Mnemosyne @ Threads

One of the things that got me started writing regularly (daily in fact) was to write ‘Very Short Stories” using prompt words provided on Twitter under the hashtag #VSS365. In 2020, I wrote a very short story (or poem) for everyday of the year. These, with accompanying illustrations, became my first major project and resulted in Monty’s Very Short Shorts:

Monty’s Very Short Shorts

After the project concluded and with the later demise of Twitter I no longer did this daily practice and worked on other projects. But recently, I discovered that “VSS” was alive and well on Threads and the writing community there is quite supportive and engaged. So I decided to try my hand at it again. I’m not sure whether I’ll do this everyday (and even if I do I’m not sure if I will repost to my Blahg or not), but let’s give it a go. Here is the latest Threads VSS (now I’m up to date…):

#Silk

I had everything planned out, an intimate dinner, romantic soundtrack, rose petals spread across silk sheets. A perfect evening for three. 😉

Be well,

Monty

2023 NaPoWriMo #9 (Love Sonnet)

April is here again and that means its National Poetry Writing Month and for my second year I’ll be joining the 30 poems in 30 days challenge hosted by napowrimo.net. For this challenge, a poetry prompt will be provided daily during the month of April and if I can keep on track I’ll achieve the 30 poems in 30 days goal. So enough chatter…let’s go! It’s time for NaPoWriMo!

Write a sonnet incorporating tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.”

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Slowly Falling in Love with You

Slowly, slowly falling in love with you;
No need to rush what’s already been true
Since my heart beat a’faster right on cue
That night when I first set my eyes on you.

The years have passed by, some quick, others slow,
I still remember that day in Hanzhou —
You lit the sky with your pregnancy glow
And soon we had one more, then two, in tow.

It’s hard to believe the kid’s are now grown
Off into the world — the seeds we had sown
Whom we gently nurtured the best we’d known
Now forging their life on terms of their own.

This year has been the toughest one as yet
Remember my nerves the day we first met?
They raised you, then us — we’ll never forget
They taught us to love, then left us in debt.

We find ourselves in this too empty home
Thank god your here, that we are not alone
Thank you for your love, this life, our home
Can’t imagine doing this on my own.

Slowly, slowly falling in love with you;
No need to rush what is already true;
I’ll always be falling in love with you.

This is quite a bit longer than a typical sonnet (22 vs. 14 lines), but I needed the extra lines to fully express my feeling. This coming Saturday is our 27th wedding anniversary so this was perfect timing for getting a prompt asking for a “love” poem. She get’s notices from my blog, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t read them (😂) — so I can surprise her with this poem on our anniversary night.

Be well,

Monty

Unforgettable (2022 NaPoWriMo #10)

May might be here but I’m still working through the NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems in 30 Days prompts since I discovered them late.

Prompt 10

Write a love poem.

NaPoWriMo.net

I’ve decided to post a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago when I first started writing, which is my favorite among all the love poems I’ve written — perhaps because it is my own love story. What better way to celebrate love then to share it?

Unforgettable

He was beautiful in his own majestic way. Sad eyes with lashes that seemed to go on forever. Grey skin wrinkled after years of basking in the sun. Calloused, dusty feet from so many miles trekked.

She was beautiful in every conceivable way. Almond eyes with dark chocolate centers. Radiant skin, translucent in the filtered sunlight. Porcelain feet disappearing into elegant heels.

He stood silently, swaying, almost swinging with musicality. Looking into an unseen distance with somber longing.

She strode with confidence, hips swaying the air around her. Eyes smiling coyly below her hat brim, lips red and inviting.

He sunk onto his calloused joints, no more miles to trek, trapped behind bars as children and couples played beyond reach.

She turned her head toward him, shiny chestnut hair swaying long down her back. Gently pointing with her delicate hand, her voice practically sung, calling out to him.

Reflecting in his large sad eyes, the couple stood side-by-side.The girl looking his way. The boy seeming awkward and a bit shy as he looked down upon the melting ice cream he held.

Closing his wizened eyes, never forgetting his freedom times, he saw his past in their future, and gifted them with a blessing, for perhaps the last time.

Without so much as a word, just a smiling grin, the girl turned to the boy and proceeded to smush the ice cream he held all over him. The boy guffawed and practically snorted ice-cream up his nose, as his laughter released.

Knowingly and at peace, with the couple’s laughter caressing his floppy ears, he let himself sink to a peaceful slumber.

Unknowingly blessed, the couple departed. A past stitching together their future as their first date at the Nagoya zoo etched into their memories.

I often think of that elephant at the zoo and wonder if he knew that after over twenty-five years that boy and girl would still be together reminiscing about him.

Be well,

Monty

Thoughts of Love and Life on a Spring Day

Today I live by both chance and choice, by nature and nurture. The balance has shifted these years. Much more choice. Much more nurture.

Today I embrace life more tightly as I feel its fragility. A love lost her love. I feel anxious not to lose. Not to be lost.

Carl Sandburg has a poem titled “Love Is a Deep and a Dark and A Lonely”. What a deep, and dark, and lonely thought.

I think, I’m wrong to talk about “a love being lost”. This is not quite right. It’s not love that was lost, but life. The love lives on. Deeply, darkly, lonelily.

And I guess it’s not life that I fear losing. It’s the living, and loving, after a life’s moved on.

Yet, life will move on in some order of its own making. More nature than nurture. More chance then choice.

These are the thoughts that come to my mind on this beautiful spring day.

Be well,

Monty

Loving you Blue

Another day, another poem. But not just any poem. A loooooove poem. Oooh-la-la! Ha-ha!

Loving you Blue

Writing a love poem feels so trite,

Until the moment it feels so right.

Breathing in after every out, inescapable

Until you stole my breath away, suddenly incapable

Turning blue, falling in love with you.

A wonderful shade of hopefully you too.

Will you join me Blue

In turning our shade true?

Be well,

Monty

Daily Droppings: “Drunk”

With #bloganuary out of the way, it’s now time for something fresh as we (hopefully) ease out of winter and into an early spring. Luckily, I’m not the only one that’s been thinking about this and Sandra from What Sandra Thinks has created a series of daily prompts for the month of February. Looking over the prompts, I felt they had a lot of promise so, let’s do this!

Thanks to Giggling Fattie at No Love for Fatties for her post that introduced the opportunity. And, of course, special thanks to Sandra for all of the inspiration.

The prompt: “Drunk”

“Intoxicating” – originally published in Monty’s Very Short Shorts

Be well,

Monty

Missing You

31st post for #bloganuary (a WordPress event)

The Prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars?

“Missing You“ – originally published in Monty’s Very Short Shorts

Be well,

Monty

A Photo of a Photo

20th post for #bloganuary (a WordPress event)

The Prompt: What is your favorite photo you’ve ever taken?

Um, “ever”??? Let’s get reasonable. How about my favorite photo that I have on my phone’s camera roll? I mean it’s not reasonable to expect me to remember all the photos from my very first manual camera till now. That would be over four decades. But, if I’m honest, most of those photos will have my thumb in the corner so probably not legitimate candidates. So let’s see, I’ll be back after doing some browsing and trying to remember which photos I personally took.

…

Ah, that was quick, actually. Here is a digital photo of a physical photo that I took back in Nagoya, Japan in 1995 of the girl I had fallen for the moment I met her. When I look at this photo I feel the excited energy of falling in love all over again. Ah, to be 22 again.

Four months after this photo was taken we were married and we celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary last year.

“Intoxicated” – originally published in Monty’s Very Short Shorts

Be well,

Monty