I
Wonder
About my
Choices sometimes
And if they serve me
Since we are all here to grow
Do my choices hold me back
So I guess only time will tell
My choice to believe that gives me hope
That my choices really do serve me well
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2020/11/03/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-201-poetschoice/
Hearts turn to the sky
With the thought of love in mind
Trusting in the orb
Seeking help to find the mate
That the harvest moon shall bring
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
Sue Vincent challenged us this week in her #writephoto prompt with the topic of TOKENS. I chose to relate what happened on my first trip to Las Vegas back in 1988. I was in awe and broke as a joke. So I came up with a clever way of bringing home things with which to remember the trip. Read the story and find out what I did.
Her first trip to Las Vegas was exciting. Such bright lights. Piles of inexpensive, delicious food everywhere. And if you were a gambler, drinks were free (in most casinos) as long as you were actively playing a game. All of this fun ran twenty-four hours a day!
The trip was all-expenses-paid which was great because she wasn’t made of money. Realizing that all the “free” things had a price, in the end, she had to be frugal. She purchased one-dollar poker chips from as many casinos as possible to give to family and friends as tokens of her adventure.
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
https://scvincent.com/2020/08/27/thursday-photo-prompt-tokens-writephoto/
Her life was mapped out
Via lines on her person
Charting many years
Experience left its marks
Routes traceable throughout time
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
If Charli Mills only knew… I’d eat dirt if it tasted like lemons! So, I fell in love with this week’s Carrot Ranch challenge right off. Though I have never made a lemon tart, I have eaten my fair share. Who knows, perhaps one day I’ll whip up a batch!
When they were little, people referred for them as the Lemon Tarts as the only treat they ever brought to the church bake sale were lemon tarts. Of course, they had no competition, for no one dared to challenge them the way an ordinary chocolate chip cookie might demand. One must be rather dedicated to perfect a lemon tart!
Over time, the tarts advanced in age and like their bite-sized lemon goodies, they remained favorites of the congregation and fans of the bake sale. To honor their steadfast contributions, and their age, they became, the bake sale Lemon Queens!
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
