Multi-Skizicles
If you have read my other post, maybe last year, I had posted a picture that I called ‘Multi-Skizicles. I created it on an app. I can’t remember what it is but, in the post, I explained how to do it in that app. I found the post, it is called ‘Happy Earth Day’, sometimes I am too random, even for myself. the app is called ‘free form’. These items that I have on this page are pictures that I took and so I just put a bunch of random pictures on this page in the app and printed it out. Today I decided to write a short story about all of them. If you want to write a story but you are not sure what to write, then do the same thing and see what you come up with. You will never know what is inside of your mind until you start to write something. I have journaled before, but I do not like to write a journal because it is supposed to be about me. I would rather write a story about other topics and maybe put myself into that story. I like it more because then I can share it with other people. It means one thing to me, but it might mean something different to other people so it’s more fun than just writing about me.
Multi-Skizicles
The cat was wandering and wandering in his
most glorious way.
Wondering about his day.
He liked his new, black suit coat
he found in that pot-moat.
He knew that he could wear it
and be in that catcher’s mitt
unable to sit.
Wandering, in his most glorious way.
The sun started to set
on his glorious walk,
please don’t end
because I had decided to wear
my new, black suit coat.
He remembered the woman
who had been hanging clothes on the line
wearing the suit coat
that had started to brine
in that pot-moat full of water.
She had not come out to fetch
her coat, oh so sublime.
Her squash had grown
but no one had mown.
The squash was there
but no one had known.
The squash flowers had been so beautiful
the cat had seen,
but no one had known
about the squash, unseen.
The cat wanted to see her pet dog
but she was out walking and wandering astray.
She did not know where to go that day.
Seven doves did say
That they had seen
the sign of the sunflower.
The cat knew it was not the real one
so it did not have the same power,
it was just the image of what had been.
The pot-moat held that secret,
of the woman hanging about
with the clothes on the line.
that memory in its water of the coat on the woman who had to be dragged out.
She wanted to eat lunch that day….but did not know where to go
Because there were so many choices….maybe BOGO?
Oh, its only half off.
By Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art
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