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Mysterious Lilies

So the usual blend of Lilies here are orange and yellow. That’s how it’s always been. But mysteriously this year the yellow has turned pink? Not sure how that is, but they are nonetheless still nothing but eye candy to me. [Of course, before the pink began to wilt]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and I know this isn’t my usual post, but things have been rather busy lately. I’ll try to post more flash fictions in the near future, but until then enjoy these lilies. 

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Fountain – Poem for Taking Action

The gentle splish and splosh of the local cemetery fountain is enough to sooth any troubled soul.

Be they who come by to pay respects to those gone before them, or even those like me who finds tranquility and ease from the simple sound of a fountain in a manmade pond.

The serene atmosphere is ideal for those with a pen in hand—or as of today’s age—an app for writing.

Even still, the sounds of traffic on the nearby street may ruin the beautiful, calming effect for most people. Tires rolling against the asphalt, engines revving…

For me?

I enjoy that as well. It’s a constant reminder to me that time is always racing by, like those scrambling to and from work, school, or what be it in their motor vehicles.

It gives me a sense of urgency. Most people wouldn’t like that, but it motivates me to act in the now. For example, have to write now, as I may not get the chance to write ever again.

Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed for everybody. Our days are numbered.

So I have to accomplish my goals before my time is up.

Odd to gather that kind of mindset over silly nearby traffic, isn’t it?

On the same faucet, the fountains remind me that I don’t have to rush, I can go about it in my own pace.

Allow my words to flow onto the page in sync with the ripples of water that dance across the sun speckled pond.

If I sit down and write a six thousand word story in a matter of minutes, chances are it wasn’t very well written.

Great things take time. As long as I’m getting it accomplished at a reasonable pace, I’m fulfilling my goal.

At least that’s what my peculiar mind conjures up from a simple cemetery fountain and the nearby street.

The Tree – Derek, Peter and James

“That’s a really big tree.” Said James as he inspected its trunk.

Yew could say that again.” Said Peter, to which James gave him the ‘really?’ look.

Wood you stop it with the puns?” Derek said.

“C’mon wood is the best you’ve got? You really need to branch out.” Said Peter.

“I’m just going out on a limb here, but I think you two are the root of all our problems.” Said James, folding his arms.

“You got me, I’m stumped now.” Said Derek.

“You’re such a pine in the butt, James.” Said Peter.

“That was acorn-y pun.” Said Derek.

“That’s fir sure.” James agreed.

Peter laughed. “How does a tree get online?”

Neither James nor Derek said anything.

“They log on!” Peter said with excitement.

“Eh, that was oak-kay.” Derek shrugged.

James merely did a face palm.