Iridescent Eyes

Iridescent, her eyes

splendiferous the sparks

they cast, illumining

whole environment…

her merest smile mesmerized

mysterious…a test of men’s

resistance to temptation

and ardent tempest…

Popular with strangers

she’d meet by chance? yes…

if they were important

if they couldn’t see

within her… but I

had view of shadow side–

she was winter

without festive glitter

cold, unyielding as ice

one glance could freeze

the soul…never to forget–

~ Cale

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/01/rdp-sunday-spark/

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/02/rdp-monday-splendiferous/

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https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/02/meet-3/

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https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/02/06/test-4/

Books I was given/2 women…

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Bartlett’s Quotations

gift from my mother…

who may have sensed

somewhere in the dark

recesses of cluttered heart

that someday I’d write

a million words she’d

never care to read–

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And did She know…

my perfectly well-mannered

dignified grandmother

of very few words

(lest she be chastized

by my mother)…

did she suspect I’d be

the only grandchild who’d

hear the Lord’s voice

and follow His call?

she gave me the white

bible with Jesus’ words

in red letters–

I miss the time

the conversations we

were robbed of by

her jealous daughter–

but this I know

she waits for me, and

we’ll have all eternity–

~ Cale

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/02/06/books-ive-been-given/

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/

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

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

 

The Wrong Brand!

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2026/02/04/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-blog-hop-57/

Oh it’s a grand day, and a great prompt from our host, the Brilliant Denise!  What’s the word?  BRAND!  So click the link if you’re unfamiliar with this weekly literary feast–get the info, write 6 sentences–and we’ll all gather for story-time.

And since everybody but me is Cold, I’ll try to warm you up with my episode of the continuing saga, starring Judd and Lorelei.

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“JUDD!”–the urgency in her voice drew him from his studio to the kitchen, where she stood–one hand fisted on her hip, the other holding up a can…and wearing the “wrath of Lorelei”; he smiled indulgently, “yes, Love?”

“What is THIS?” she snarled…and he was immediately transported back to Miss Thrumbull’s (retired US Marine Corp) English class on a pop-quiz day where the multiple-choice answers were designed so that the most obvious right one would always and forever be wrong…but you couldn’t count on that because, well, it was Miss Thrumbull.”

“It’s black olives, Love–you had it on the list…did you mean green ones?”

“This is NOT our brand–we only buy Pearl black olives–why did you get the store brand?” (her voice held a machete edge, much like Sgt. Thrumbell’s).

“They were on sale,” he tried, helpfully…(catching himself just before saying black olives are black olives, no considerable difference); she maintained her ridgid stance…and now she’d begun to resemble the unhinged Annie Wilkes in “Misery”; he well knew there were few options for redemption.

“I’ll be glad to return it and get the Pearl’s,”–he extended his hand for the violently rebuffed can she still gripped; “and when I come back, how ’bout some afternoon romance to make you feel better?” (he had 1 Viagra left)…her features softened, his exquisite Lorelei once more.

~ Cale

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/29/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-snarl/