Tan Renga, sweet caresses, smoldering embrace

Sweet Memories

Okay, so far I am still keeping up with Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem November Tan Renga Challenge and just a couple more weeks to go. 

Today’s feature haiku writer is **Managua Gunn aka Pirate from Coffee with yer Buccaneer, also the Ligo Haibun host. Remember the Tan Renga format is to complete the haiku by another writer with a two, seven-syllable cap.  

in hidden places
under the porch floorboards –
cherry blossoms**

sweet memories lingering
your smoldering caresses

cherry blossom ball, smoldering, caresses, tan renga

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A LĪGO HAIBUN Affair: Ecstasy

This week’s Ligo Haibun Challenge  offers two prompt word choices: Illusion or Ecstasy . 

Ye Pirate describes the word Līgo, as “…a Latvian festival about nature, and the mystical relationship tying haibun to nature makes this a nice connection.” As I work to broaden and strengthen my writing style, thought the word Ecstasy, rather than Illusion, would stretch me out of my comfort zone.

Here we go:

Sunlight Kisses

By daylight, it must be so, you plan to go. Yet tonight, in your embrace, rapture begins to rise. Two silhouettes, like paired runners, move together in rhythm; graceful, sensual – as one. You intoxicate my every desire. Your smooth, teasing lips move, oh-so-so slow, across my body – makes my heart race. You come in. The finishing gun explodes. Both drop to the floor. We smile; both dehydrated and exhausted, but feeling like marathon winners.

Sunrise comes. I let no tear fall from my face. Then your eyes water up. I cannot help but playfully slug your arm. I bury my head in your chest. You hold me – tight, tighter then ever. Our last race. The final goodbye.

ecstasy
moans softly at night
memories

Sure It Runs

Friday Fictioneeer

Copyright – Beth Carter

“Darn it, Gregg, why must I, in our garage, have to scale Mount Everest just to get Easter decorations?” cried Alana playfully.

Gregg’s once-prized convertible had become, well, a storage unit/piece of artwork. Alana never demanded he get rid of it– or his girly photo collection. Perhaps there was a mention, years ago, about the girls, but the car served its purpose…like memories of their first date, even Alana giving birth in the backseat. Today, however, it symbolized Gregg’s procrastination. The time had come.

“Don’t worry dear,” chuckled Gregg to Alana, “I made the perfect For Sale sign.”

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THE INSPIRATION|CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY: Make every word count.

Need more information? Please visit host, Rochelle, at the Friday Fictioneers. To enjoy more on this photo prompt, click the smiley face below.

Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures

Thank you, readers, for sharing a part of you this past year with me…I am grateful, deeply, for the time you spent making this tiny spot in the vast WordPress universe a big success.

May the Divine One bless us with lasting peace, joy and love.

If you click on the first photo, it will take you on a mini tour highlighting a few cherished moments I shared throughout 2012. Enjoy!

If you want a quick peek at more fine entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures…see below:

 

Weekly Writing Challenge: A Few of My Favorite Things–Faded Photographs and Papa

Faded photographs are all I have to remember the man I once called Papa. After a long successful career as an overseas dredging captain, Papa, retired on a little island in the Pacific and shortly after, suffered a major heart attack.

The photographs, honestly, are a mixture of sweet and not so sweet memories of a man who lived a bit reckless but always with a generous heart that sometimes did not know the meaning of the word, limitations.

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Papa, what exactly did you do here?

As a child and even today, I hold a hazy image to exactly what my father’s work involved. All I have are some faded photographs of odd-looking boat-like structures, big steel looking equipment and the memory of a few of his men, coming over to our house to “have-a-few (drinks),” as part of the drinking tradition among the dredging construction workers.

Papa was generous with his hard-earned money. Not only would he not hesitate to buy you the moon, had you asked, he would often host many of these, after work, have-few-drinks-on-the-house, as a regular social activity.

Naturally, his wife, our mother, would not be so happy with this type of generosity, although all his drinking buddies simply adored him. Now, you are probably wondering, why would I cherish faded photographs that remind me of my papa’s lack of sense when it came to his social entertainment.

I wonder myself, I mean what is so charming about a father having one too many drinks, then having loud profane laced arguments with his wife? She  made the fatal mistake of pointing out that if his spending behavior did not improve, his family would soon end up on the streets. Okay, first, never argue with a drunk person because it never will make you a winner. Second, this back and forth confrontations went on for years but surprisingly, our family never ended up in the streets.

Papa always ended every argument with, “Don’t worry about anything; I was born with Lady Luck on my side.”

Well, this was good to know.

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Let’s get the job done, boys…

In fact, despite my father’s reckless spending, he always provided everything and more for his family. My mother never had to work outside the home; we always had a nice place to live and food in abundant supply.

In conclusion, my favorite memory of my papa is, I believe he belonged to a dying breed of men that worked hard to provide for their family and generously gave to life what they expected to receive from others, in spite of their personal failings.

Of course, I always will remember Papa as a winner; he had Lady Luck to guide him and left me faded photographs for me to remember him by.

Thanks, Papa! xoxo

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Have you found cherished and favorite moments in your collection of  faded photographs?

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Join the fun with the Weekly Writing Challenge: This week’s theme is …A Few of My Favorite Things.

Weekly Image Of Life: A Lifetime Of Memories–On God

“Nothing else is required than to act toward God, in the midst of your occupations, as you do, even when busy, toward those who love you and whom you love.”  ~St. Alphonsus Liguori

How does a person “act toward God,” and how does a person simply remember their faith journey?  I have no recollection of my baptism and today, my religious memories are just snippets of faith teachings here and there. But what if God was sitting next to me as I write this, or should I say, how would I act in front of him? Would my actions change because I know God is sitting right next to me? What memories do I want to remember about my God? What faith memories do I have??

Nothing comes to mind about my baptism, I do remember nuns, so I did get baptized early and I did go to Catholic schools, but not consistently. Since my family had very weak ties to the church, I took it upon myself to follow-up after high school to get confirmed with the Catholic Church. Confirmation is just a teen Catholic thing, in my opinion, and really, my memory of the whole thing is simply, a big blur.

As you can tell, my sparse Catholic upbringing without a strong family support did nothing to build a lifetime of faith building memories. I could say, I am a product of my upbringing. Thankfully, I can go on a, do-it-yourself, mini spiritual exercise,called, What If…, to overcome my lack of lifetime faith memories that lives dormant within me.

What if God paid me a visit, now…

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I actually would pull up a chair and politely ask God, ” Please, have a seat.”

Now, I look over at him and think, hmm, this is the great Divine, the One most revered and He is sitting next to me!! What should I say or do??

Nervously, I shamefully say, “Would you like a beer? I have an extra can, not chilled, but you can have it over ice. Maybe, coffee or tea, perhaps?”

I fidget in my chair and frantically think, girl, say something…but what? What can I say to God who is sitting next to me that He does not know already?

Randomly I blurt out, “Uh, you know Roxy, my hen, passed on yesterday. Of course, you knew all about that but still, just in case you had other things going on, and uh, what is up with the thermostat turned way up to 115 degrees?? Just wondering…”

(He wants to know what I am up to.)

“Oh, this, uh, it is blogging. A bunch of us bloggers share what we know or have talent for on a page called a post and then we publish it over the blogosphere. I am just a rookie, still learning all the ins and outs and making mistakes left and right.”

He nods approvingly, I hope.

“Papa, (I call Him that) we have a lifetime of memories, right? Maybe one day you will tell me the story of how you created me and the story of all your hopes and dreams you anticipated I would carry out for you? I need to hear these stories…please?”

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Crazy, I know, but, What If...is a mini exercise that helps put God back into perspective because:

I sometimes forget what is important in life.

I forget that a lifetime of memories comes not only with special celebrations, cherished moments with loved ones, with every pain and heartache endured up to this point, but also through the imagination.

I forget that nothing else is required from me, that my life can go on as ordinary or extraordinary, and the only thing required is simply to point all my actions towards God.

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“Papa, I love you. Thank you for every life memory, happy, sad, tough and good times,  imprinted on my heart. I may have forgotten many of the spiritual ones, but the ones I do remember, I want to hold on to them tightly because I do not ever want to forget…You.”

If you would like inspiration every week, please hop on over to Island Traveler’s, Weekly Image Of Life: A Lifetime Of Memories.

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Now, it’s your turn: What if God paid you a visit, now…