Flavor of Grief

Grief has a flavor…

burnt toast

(burnt everything)

and hostile aftertaste…

crushed by your departure

I’ve no appetite…

even chocolates

taste of ashes–

And mourning has

no sense of time

it resists scheduling

ignores seasons…

within heart perpetual

calendar pages turn, turn

as mourning wears a style

all its own, regardless

of fashion trend…

elaborate sighs of silk

in pale to pewter shadows gray…

that’s what you bequeathed to me–

~ Cale

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/elaborate-2/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/27/sigh/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/26/style-4/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/05/hostile-2/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/07/rdp-saturday-time/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/31/rdp-saturday-crush/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/02/04/flavor/

 

Check, Part 2 (6SS)

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2026/01/28/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-blog-hop-56/

Richard prayed a quick blessing over the meal, the lasagne’s aroma was intoxicating–after savoring the first bite, he said, “Wow, I haven’t had lasagne like this since I don’t remember when–delicious, Lorelei.”

She blushed, they talked around the subject of his book–Lorelei suggested he check with the librarian about hosting a “meet the author/book-signing”; a moment later she couldn’t contain her curiosity: “so, Richard, I’m wondering if you’re an author who enjoys discussing your book…or, not so much?”  

Judd’s foot nudged hers beneath the table and his glance said, “no fishing”, but Richard smiled, and Judd was ready to defend her: “she won’t rest unless you share a snippet–otherwise she’ll disappear into the book and finish at dawn.”

Richard laughed softly, he wasn’t keen to invite nightmares–(Judd’s use of the word disappear was unfortunate)–but she was a delightful hostess and when he nodded for her to speak, she asked, “how did you find such an obscured place, Birchwick Cliff isn’t on the maps–and was it really a cult at the time?”

He dabbed his lips with a napkin, took a shallow breath: “not a cult, no–some of the people were a bit off…others, entrenched in myths which morphed into tragic history…some were ‘normal’ like us; I hadn’t planned to go there–it was a wrong turn off the highway, I needed sleep; and I was living a 5-year mystery…so whatever direction I traveled could thoretically unearth answers.”

After another pause, he continued:  “I was engaged to be married–two weeks before the wedding my fiancee and my mom left for a weekend bonding trip, and never returned; no trace of the car…no bodies…officially declared ‘missing’; my life was T-boned–so I took a leave from work, packed the V-Dub, headed out with no destination; next thing I knew, I was driving through that imposing wrought iron gate at the entrance…into the next chapter of ‘Worst of Times’…which ultimately became a blessing I never imagined.

~ Cale

Beware…

Be careful of what eyes

see and claim as captivating–

whatever its shape, shimmer’d flash

may prove to be Temptation’s

subtle slithery shift in mind

heart or weakness of flesh

make one or the other

vulnerable…lead

to slippery compromise

swift sin before soul might

take flight…then curse:

“damn my eyes!”

~ Cale

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/21/rdp-wednesday-captivating/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/24/rdp-saturday-flight-2/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/01/20/compromise/

 

 

 

The Letter…

I’ve combined Di’s 3TC (three things challenge) with Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt, “Letter” ~ their links are at end of poem.

Di’s prompt words are:  Youth, Yesterday, Yonder

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Since youth, her heart

had penned this letter…

living cossetted

in imaginary world

she possessed no skills

for reality’s requirements–

At 30 she remained

naive…lacking good

sense she followed

her heart instead

of guarding it

and thus set her course

certain that with yesterdays

long passed, “he” would

receive her with love equal

to hers, and make invitation…

But his kind reply did not–

Yonder, all dreams fled

out of reach forever–

~ Cale

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2026/01/24/weekend-writing-prompt-452-letter/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/01/25/three-things-challenge-mm315/

Transmission Received ~ JusJoJan

https://lindaghill.com/2026/01/25/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-25th-2026/

FROM LINDA:

Welcome back for our 25th Just Jot it January 2026 daily prompt. Today’s prompt is brought to us by darling Dar. Thank you, Dar! Please be sure to visit Dar’s blog to read her posts and say hello.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 25th, 2026 is “transmission.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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His transmission from the islands was clear:  we had no connection, never would.

~ Hagar