Two spoons balancing on each other. Isolated on white background. High key
There were two thoughts in his head, set side by side in juxtaposition and he did not enjoy the feeling. They nagged at his sense of well being like two conjoined twins complicating separation. If one was true than certainly the other false unless both where false and consequently why connected. He look in the mirror, his face growing old with deliberation of whether to love or hate her.
Assumption, false or true
You believe says more about me, not you
Tell me the truth
Is that the real you?
Yes, I am pointing a finger
Because the outside suggest a different view
Are you being dishonest hiding the truth
Then with good excuse, take your hurt feelings and cry boohoo
. . . . Seriously just saying
Daily Prompt Compromise
Just when I think I am not going to compromise, I do.
Lucky are the few who never have to, or should that be too?
Compromise, a tendency so strong I am confused.
Is it about having my way, winning or being sore?
I prefer not to sit down to dinner at 4:30 or 5PM, but I do,
Because it suits you!
There is so much more to compromise, you haven’t a clue
Remember the days of mushy white wonder bread spread with margarine and sprinkled with real sugar, that was a snack after we changed out of school clothes into play clothes (woolen Jamaica shorts, argyle socks and white Keds.
It was the time of hot dogs, English muffin pizza, Bologna sandwiches, cool aid, powdered milk, and the introduction of frozen vegetables.
My all time favorite snack, however, was crackers smeared with gooey peanut butter and of course grape jelly.
Today I indulged in that with an afternoon cup of coffee and found myself in heaven.
. . . Seriously just saying
Daily Prompt Uniform
The Cadets filed across the stage one by one, abruptly stopped or came to a halt and after saluting the Commander came to rest. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder hands at their sides, the buttoned down shirt collars smiled. Snug belts hugged midriffs and razor sharp creases cascaded their pant legs brushing the tops of high shine black shoes, making each one indistinguishable from the next. The sameness and harmony guaranteeing no one was more important.
. . . . Seriously Just Saying
Boohoo Coffee Cup
There is something appealing, soothing about the cardboard cup in my hand. The container dressed in army green with a crisp white lid appears dignified. A dirt brown cuff wrapped around its middle protects my fingers and palm from the too hot content. The walk from the coffee station to a comfortable table and chair looks to be an easy task but is not when my handbag slips off my shoulder. The strap lands in the crook of my elbow, I tighten my hand around the paper cuff which pops open the lid and hot liquid slides down its crisp exterior threatening to scald my hand. I rush to the nearest table fearing what would come next, that is when we met.