Welcome to a sampling of my "shorts." Any excuse to scroll through images of tanned beach men. 😂 My Saturday Shorts began as a place to share random short lines that flood my mind. I hope you enjoy my shorts! Be well. 💗 Michele My Shorts: Saturday Shorts Saturday Shorts - Writing Saturday Shorts - …
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Saturday Shorts – Her Cottage by the Sea
Looking through my beach photos from Florence, Oregon turned my attention toward my Her Cottage by the Sea poems (links below). I am sharing a few excerpts from those poems, in the form of "shorts." Those sensual poems, written last year, were inspired by my poem, "a Writer's Dream." 🌊 Her Cottage by the Sea …
Poshbean and Tumbleweed at the Beach (video)
“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.”― Muhammad Ali https://videopress.com/v/oUqUE1Yg?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I was surprised when one of my closest friends, told me she would be moving... to the same area as my daughter, …
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Living Poetry
playing poetry pebble tossed on a hopscotch square one step, two steps, skipping in rhyme get to the end, turn, then do it again reading poetry thank you, Dr. Seuss for writing lines that still delight and to you, Shel Silverstein for your tree that keeps giving loving poetry along the shore in Mexico, a …
Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)
Slowly, she traced the smooth edge of the top curve of her steamy cup. Smooth, it was, under a fingertip that had felt his lips, soft to her touch. Knees tucked under her chin, wrapped in a soft blanket with hanging fringes swaying in the gentle wind. Her body warmed by thoughts of him. A …
unWinding Road
The winding road unWound itself to the coast. Hugging her curvy edges and letting her absorb my tumbling thoughts, she welcomed me home. More than a meandering line drawn from the mountains to the shore, her canvas was touched by a Divine artist’s brush. Leafy arms tower above the striped narrow highway, offering seekers and …
Souvenirs
My sweet tooth is satisfied. Must be from all the Southern Charm, because I did not have any peach pie. My curves are a little fuller in my two-piece suit. Must be from my wide-angle lens – it cannot possibly be from the skinny margaritas I drank near the dunes. My carryon weighs more than …
Lasting fatherly Impressions (video)
https://videopress.com/v/7ZRzCKRF?preloadContent=metadata blanket pulled back bare feet step on the gritty floor hands grab camera bag hands throw on a baseball cap sandy feet slip into damp flip-flops flip-flops rush out the stuck door legs extend into the early morning gray careful steps along the wooden planks eyes begin to focus and notice a suspended evening …
Her Cottage by the Sea
Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …
Love Can Scatter the Clouds
The veil that blew away in the autumn wind is blowing toward me again. Just rest, close your eyes, sleep – it is there you will find some peace, the floating shroud whispers its appeal. Enticing and inviting, are these thoughts of repose. More comforting than scabs being exposed – forcing me to relive …
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