Five Minute Friday Prompt: Laundry

LaundryTree

A Laundry Quinzaine*

It’s all about perspective.
Art installation?
Laundry pile?

This is a crazy Five Minute Friday attempt, so thanks for giving me the freedom to try something totally different today. You can be a part of Five Minute Friday too. Just head over to http://lisajobaker.com and you’ll find all the details, along with a bunch of fantastic posts and supportive community. Thanks for reading today!

* A quinzaine is an unrhymed verse of fifteen syllables. These syllables are distributed among three lines so that there are seven syllables in the first line, five in the second line and three in the third line (7/5/3). The first line makes a statement. The next two lines ask a question relating to that statement. (Source: Wikipedia)

Five Minute Friday Prompt: Ordinary

HouseOnLake

Think twice before brushing off an ordinary person
Because what lies hidden underneath
is often an extraordinary person.

In my short time on earth so far (ok, 48 years, whatever!)
The people who helped me during the roughest time in my life
Were the ordinary, unassuming ones
People that I barely knew from work

Three people offered their help
That I couldn’t put a price on it
Because they were helping my sons and I
Escape to a safe place

They appeared to be ordinary people
They did much more than I expected
Two of them let me stay in their house
While the other helped me on his day off

These ordinary people were Angels

Meanwhile, the loudmouth do-gooders
Were nowhere to be found

I ran from house to house to get help
From the “good folks in the community”
That lived on my street
Out of three houses
Two people never answered their door, even though they were obviously home
At the last house, she opened the door
As soon as I asked for help
She held up her hand like a policeman, nodding her head “No”
Slammed the heavy mahogany door in my face

So next time
Pay attention to the unassuming, ordinary ones
They will help you
Faster than the ones who advertise their goodness.

Five Minute Friday

This is a crazy Five Minute Friday attempt, so thanks for giving me the freedom to try something totally different today. You can be a part of Five Minute Friday too. Just head over to http://lisajobaker.com and you’ll find all the details, along with a bunch of fantastic posts and supportive community. Thanks for reading today!

Poetry: Mixed, not Blended

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We live in sprawling mansions on the hill

People beneath us living across the tracks

Oh yes, we get along quite well

But we really know the facts

We live in a mixed community

Right outside of New York City

Embracing all of our differences

Blatant segregation is such a  pity

Of course our friends aren’t only white

We volunteer at the shelter every Tuesday night

Ensuring that we keep our cliques so tight

Keeping a watchful eye on everyone in sight

We’d like our children to have a play date

Should it be at my mansion or at your place?

Agreeing that our children get along so great

Sorry, we have to cancel but, of course, it’s not due to your race!

The greatest farce is that we blend together, that’s the rub

People are brushed aside as if they’re just a bug

Continuing to hide behind our sky high shrubs

While all of our children share the same drugs.

Paris Night poem

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Hope everyone is enjoying the last few weeks of summer.
I’m busy working on my chick-lit novel, set in New York and Paris. Here’s one of poems that will appear in my book – written by the main character, Margot.

The skies of Paris at night

A blend of peach and raspberry sorbet

Like a dream about to take flight

I can’t count on love to find my way

Through the darkness I’ll continue to fight

As the wind forces a weakened branch to sway

Inner Peace

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The ocean spray rests on my cheeks

The earth beneath my feet

Misplaced fire brick-red caves by the sea

What is underneath me?

 

Standing steady

Low rumbling of fear

In the distance

 

My thoughts are clear

Embracing the purest hour

Blankets of cool wind wrap around me

Bringing me back to life

I’m safe here

Far from him

Strength is here

I am waterproof